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With hands around my neck I smiled as he pulled up my dress year after year the taste of fear became a flavor of pain I knew best Laid me down turned me around held my breath as he left whispers down my back but I'd already drifted away behind closed eyes my mind kept trying to disassociate   Snapped back to reality with a slap on the *** I giggled as he did these things because something about it filled in the cracks The lace he'd given me hid a stretch of scars distracted from my arms and I knew he'd say "You look good in black" wearing lingerie that he could unsnap just like he asked
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May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
Lace
With hands around my neck I smiled as he pulled up my dress year after year the taste of fear became a flavor of pain I knew best Laid me down turned me around held my breath as he left whispers down my back but I'd already drifted away behind closed eyes my mind kept trying to disassociate   Snapped back to reality with a slap on the *** I giggled as he did these things because something about it filled in the cracks The lace he'd given me hid a stretch of scars distracted from my arms and I knew he'd say "You look good in black" wearing lingerie that he could unsnap just like he asked
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May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
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