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It doesn't matter If I have A father A brother or A husband to protect me. I feel Like a victim They stare at me I have to hide my physique Not because of cold To protect myself From their lust. I afraid, What If I failed To protect myself That horrible Dreams Cruel reality I feel helpless. Each Second Can't stop thinking About a dream They taking off my cloth Treating me like A whore.

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mahida-parth

Published: Jan 11, 2015
LinesWords: 2676

Notes: I hate when a men treat a women like this,
Tags: #dream #whore #cruelty #women #victim

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