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Mar 2016
daddy , daddy
I can't breathe
the heat in this room is too extreme
what will the kids say about me
when they see these "bruises"
daddy , daddy
I'm crying now
there's so much pain , but somehow
I can't get enough , oh wow
more like pleasure , turn the page
this is what the "news" is
anger, pain, aggression
can't you get the message?
I want more please don't stop
I am your possession.
you own me, the way you move
your touch on my body is so smooth
from my neck and too my knees
the places that you love to squeeze.
I'll fall back , I'm like your art
mess me up and then restart
I'll let you know you're all mine
daddy, it's playtime .
Wynter Watkins
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Wynter Watkins  Virginia Beach
(Virginia Beach)   
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