Screwed

I'm terrified Counting down the hours The minutes The seconds Until you tell her What I've been doing 20 hours 25 minutes 14 seconds... Until the end of my life When my mom will know What's under my shirt She'll see the marks And the crusted blood And never look at me again In now just 20 hours 23 minutes and 57 seconds I'm so fucking screwed...

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