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Dec 2021
Wrists cuffed by the hands that hurt me
Throat bound by the man who broke me
Legs bruised by the weight of his hate
Arms brusied by his grasp
But he won't have me
But he'll forever be there
In a mind broken by HIM
I thoght he loved me. I see his face every time I close my eyes. He messed me up. But he wont have what is mine.
Kole J McNeil
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Kole J McNeil  18/Gender Fluid/Fraser Colorado
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