She's a tease.
She's a slut.
She's a whore.
She wore those clothes.
She had her skin exposed.
She was asking for it.
"No" was only part of the game.
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Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
