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Aug 2013
I was digging you, heard you had some class.
You handed me a ****** crushed up in a glass.

Soaking up all your words, you wanna take me home,
Up to your apartment, how could I have known?

Giving me those eyes, whispers in my ear.
Felt your hands β€˜round my neck when you pulled me near.

I wanted to leave, my mind already gone.
But you grabbed my wrist when I reached for the phone.

Falling back on your bed, got no one to blame.
You ripped the cord from the wall told me I was insane.

My eyes were closing, your face a blurry mess.
I barely remember you tearing off my dress.

I woke in the morning, hoping someone else was there,
Then I felt your sweaty face nuzzled in my hair.

I got up to leave, you begged me to stay
You said without me, you'd surely die that day.

I let you beg, said you’d never let me fall,
As I ran from the room you threw a bottle at the wall.
Stephanie Irvin
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Stephanie Irvin  Athens, OH
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