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Aug 2017
A ****.
That's what they call me

This guilty
Disgusting word
That tries defines me

A ****.
That's what he called me
When he took my clothes off
And stripped me clean
He polished me with his lips
Not even thinking about me

A ****.
That's what he called me
When he was done ******* me
Telling all his friends what he had achieved

A ****.
That's what they call me
When I walk passed them
Whispering under their breaths
"Close your legs"

You're a **** now.
You opened your heart
You opened your legs
But then you close your legs
And he broke your heart
And now you're defined by this
Disgusting
Guilty word
****
Amen.
Written by
Chloe burger
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