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Oct 2020
I hated every minute.
I hated every second.
Of the times you took me.
The middle of the nights
In the deadest of silence
Laughed at me when i cired.
Went in harder with each breathe I took.
Why dad why
Was i that bad
Had a flashback was painful
Written by
Laiba  17/F/England east London
(17/F/England east London)   
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   Eshwara Prasad
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