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Mar 2016
Captured from our homes,

Stolen from our families,

Kidnapped by these creatures who call themselves “boss”,

Beat until pain,

As we lay on the wet and ****** floors,

Our bruised guts gushing out of our intoxicated bodies,

We live in the nightmares you fear,

Our pain feeds the creature with pleasure…

~E.J.W~
This is one of my personal favorites because it has a way deeper meaning.
Emilie
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Emilie  18/F/Miami,FL
(18/F/Miami,FL)   
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