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I lay here, I count my sheep just like a good girl. I smile with my teeth and dress in nice clothes. I'm your Little Miss Perfect. But I'm not as innocent as you think. Not after he forced me against his sheets, and tied me to the void of hate
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Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 9:45 AM UTC
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I lay here, I count my sheep just like a good girl. I smile with my teeth and dress in nice clothes. I'm your Little Miss Perfect. But I'm not as innocent as you think. Not after he forced me against his sheets, and tied me to the void of hate
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14/F/Kentucky
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 9:45 AM UTC
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