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Nov 2018
His hands are Red
My eye is black and Blue
He touched me
I didn't mind
Always at the Mercy of you
He touched me but
I'm fine
Just a little higher
Everything will vacate your mind
I think to myself, I suppose I deserve this life and
I begged him to hit me one more time
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