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Dec 2013
I smash my fist into her
Bleached teeth mouth
And feel a satisfying crack
As blood falls from her lips.
I can feel her perfectly manicured
Fingers dig into my long blond hair,
Trying to get a hold of me.
I push her against lockers
And I break her
Fake little face
And push out the words
She called me through my
Balled fists.
I hear my voice screaming
But I don't know what it's saying
All I know is she got her lesson,
And I'm happy to be suspended.
LS
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LS  24/F/Alaska
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   Dhirana
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