Broken
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This is my first poem I have ever put on Watt Pad and I hope you guys like it. I dedicated it to my Poem expert Morgan Nightingale but my inspiration for this story is a boy whom I have not seen for over a year and I changed his name in the poem. He broke my heart, put it back together then ripped from my chest as he laughed. This poem may not be as emotional as it should but I feel that putting it out there has now lifted weight off of me. Thank you for just reading this. I really hope you liked it and don't be afraid to tell me what you think wither it is good or bad.
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Two people - broken in their own way - collide. Francesca's life was completely normal up to a couple months ago. Ethan's never known normality. Two people. Carrying a massive weight of secrets. Only time will take for their barriers to break and their walls to fall. Mature content throughout: PTSD, Language, sexual themes, smut, drugs and alcohol. - - - My insides are begging for me to let go, and I don't think I can hold no longer, but for my own dignity, I do, trying to push it down. It's too soon, embarrassingly soon. "Don't you fucking dare." His voice is hard, demeaning, and that alone makes my insides tighten further. The pressure becoming unbearable. Ethan's hand grabs my wet hair, twirling it around his hand before he pulls me up by it, and I wince slightly before sighing as my back hits his chest, his cock still buried into me. He palms my breasts, my nipples hardening further, and he rolls my right one between his fingers before pinching it, and I whine at the feeling. Dickhead. "Cum for me right now, Francesca, or else."

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