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The night she met her doom Alone,she walked down the street To spent The evening in solitude As the sun had gone east Beautiful, vibrant and free Young,wild but a teen Before her ***** was broken Her girl pride stolen John doe hid in the woods Scrutinizing the neighborhood For a victim to the terror of his room And wicked relief of his manhood Suddenly,her hand were clasped Mouth gagged,legs trapped She screamed with no sound As the beast tore her blouse 15,she was in her prime 16,men took her pride 17,fought to be alive 18,finding a switch to her light Diagnosed and gifted with fistula From **** that remains a stigma The night and woods she will always remember, As she fights to be a survivor
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Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
WOODS TO STIGMA
The night she met her doom Alone,she walked down the street To spent The evening in solitude As the sun had gone east Beautiful, vibrant and free Young,wild but a teen Before her ***** was broken Her girl pride stolen John doe hid in the woods Scrutinizing the neighborhood For a victim to the terror of his room And wicked relief of his manhood Suddenly,her hand were clasped Mouth gagged,legs trapped She screamed with no sound As the beast tore her blouse 15,she was in her prime 16,men took her pride 17,fought to be alive 18,finding a switch to her light Diagnosed and gifted with fistula From **** that remains a stigma The night and woods she will always remember, As she fights to be a survivor
This is to every **** victims out there,you will find the switch to your light,cure to your curse..Keep fighting, you will win,come out strong..
Layocephas
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Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
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