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Hailstorm

by paul-rousseau

Ripely at 13, quickly an Internet queen Found a boy around the same age To swap and talk of things Mindless banter from pitcher to batter Such fun to see the words received Upon the silliness, love was an illness And the two were a couple on screen But he became rash and rude and demanding Forcefully aggressive and to my understanding Required some photos of her undressed As to which a little frightened she replied “I guess” For a year and a half, enslaved by a monster No words of love just innocence slaughtered The last picture she sent was of red bloodied arms Without clothes on her body Death from self inflicted harm
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Sep 28, 2013
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