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Jun 2018
Your hands are cold and bare
You still have the urge
You still have the *****
To put your hands on me
I have threatened to call several times
This time I won't let you off so easy
I'll throw your sorry *** in jail
For all you've done to me
You tell me how much you care
Then slap me in the face
Is this ******* fair
Sage
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Sage  18/Trans Female
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