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Apr 2019
You saw what you wanted and took it from me
like taking sweets from a child
You came to me and tried to conquer me as if my body were a war
my dignity your victory prize,
a trophy if you will
A symbol that you own me, you own my thoughts
You came, You saw, and You conquered
in the worst sense of every word
Written by
Blossom  19/F/UK
(19/F/UK)   
164
     --- and Fawn
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