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May 2015
each day i wake the same
feeling violated
i have to scrub myself toget ride of you touch


why does this nightmare always feel the same

i feel your fist pounding into me
i can hear your words
as the tear me apart
put me down ,
tear apart what i have tried to put back together

these nightmare break me all-over again
break what is good in me
shatter what was hole
kate mckay
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kate mckay  canowindra nsw
(canowindra nsw)   
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