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Aug 2016
These shackles you have me bound in,
Are rubbing against my skin.
The irritation they are causing,
Reality is setting in.

Never had I thought,
You'd leave me here to die.
Over lust and bad intentions,
Like you never heard my cries.
Rhiannon
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Rhiannon  United Kingdom
(United Kingdom)   
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