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Nov 2014
Bed
You tie me to a bed  
Were you have killed many  women
I can barely move my hands
They are tied hard to the bed
It looks like a doctor's bed
How many have you killed, 50?
Or is it a 100?
You made sure I couldn't scape
I was there for two days
You hit me hard
You played with your knife all over my body
You ****** me like no other
I was gonna end up dead, wasn't I?
You killed many
Why didn't you **** me, when you could?
I am as stupid as the others
But instead you made me climb to the tower
And you made me throw myself
I landed on the cold ocean
And you knew
All along
"Did you ever found it?," I asked
Maria del Carmen
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Maria del Carmen
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