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Jan 2015
I can't get rid of the thought about your
***** hands touching all over my pale body.
Ripping me apart on the inside with your bare hands.
Touch my soul.
Destroy my soul.
Do it to me, just do i fast.

Wherever I go, I look around me.
Imagine me that your there.
Watching me.
Waiting for me.
You visit and haunts me in my dreams.

I feel trapped in my own body, feel like i'm serving a life sentence.
Ebba Cederholm
Written by
Ebba Cederholm  Sweden
(Sweden)   
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   unknown, --- and Tiberias Paulk
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