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Jun 2015
even when you hate me
even when you wouldn't care if i bled out in my kitchen
even after everything you have done to me
you would still
**** the ****** up clown girl
smile painted on her cheeks
**** her as she trembles
loving every
quiver

you like helplessness
you like
innocence
and small, frightened noises
that is why
you loved
to **** me
i am sorry for every moment
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