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Apr 2016
There's dirt on me
The bruises you left on me
Will not come off
The cocoa you made
Somehow always tasted different
how did your mum run out of sleeping pills
Much did I know
That **** ended up in my cup
The stinging headaches
Presistant stomachaches for weeks
My hairline hurts
There are black bruises on you
even while high as a *******,
I still fought back

Your fingerprints in blue of my throat
Never blue enough to really notice anything wrong
Insomnia when you weren't there
it's three AM again
The images flash by
Calmly I observe the memories
While my body shuts down
Coldsweat, nothing's real
I know what's happening to me
A new wave of recollections
Of the sickest kind
The tears run down
If only I knew why
Where did the blood come from
There's a cut in my skin
That wasn't there yesterday
Get the scent of ****** off my hair
The ***** off your sheets
Calmly you ignored my amazement
Knowing I remembered nothing
Of what you did to me last night.
Sirenes
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Sirenes  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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