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Oct 2012
Heart racing.
Your screams thunder through the room.
Is it going to happen now?
How about now?
Bracing myself for the blow.
All i can do is wait.
cornered and helpless
i thought you loved me.
here it come.
one.
two.
three.
Three times.
This isn't love
morgan nicole
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morgan nicole  Ohio
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