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Jan 2020
Caress me with your strong hands
Tell me to keep my mouth shut
Grab my neck so I can't speak
Cold fingers going into my pants
The harder I push, the more rough you are
No matter the strength I use
Compared to you, I am weak
You get what you wanted, you leave
I lay on this cold floor
I don't even want to breathe
Megan Van Zetten
Written by
Megan Van Zetten  22/F/Canada
(22/F/Canada)   
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   Hafsa and Riz Mack
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