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Jan 2018
You moan in pleasure as if i consent to it
You made me a prisoner
On a bed i once found comfort,
But now is a coffin buried six feet under
I thought being an adult wouldve given me the strength to fight back
I guess i was wrong
Your cold Tongue against my chest
Your cold hands aggressively held my wrist
I bet you can imagine the rest

Your body against mine
Your heart beating so fast
As if you knew you were doing me wrong
Created a cocoon of fear, pain and shame
You took from me a body that once was mine
A dignity that was in the buidling process
Time had stop
But i felt each movement in its slow motion pace
I bet you can imagine the rest

steps fading in darkness
You left me alone
My body felt cold
Paralyzed
Here i am, laid there
Where pain and self blame remained
Rewinding
To loud music
The atmosphere felt dizzy
Unbalanced
I couldn't see it coming
ONE MORE SHOT
Was the chorus of the party
I felt the effects just a little to late
I laid in a bed I tried to regain myself
Till You moan in pleasure as if i consent to it
Toungue against my chest
Your hands aggressively holding my wrist
I bet you can imagine the rest
Written by
Clair  23/F
(23/F)   
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     Grace, victoria, Tash Mckay and David Noonan
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