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Ovid Present May 2020
In its face, you will see the serpent.
It preys on you, Your anguish, summoned by fading confidence.
Aware, the power is powerless; it still cripples the will of the outcast.
Time lost, pleasure fades in it feeding, I am so inadequate.
Protect me... protect myself from myself.
It is all I am that it consumes
I should feel this life,  just a moment’s glimpse, time with out despair.
It stills, gorging its self on myself
What showed me this, where was it learned, my serpent
Do I invent it or does it exist
I know to slay it, the weapon…me, I am so weak.
Again, I will see the serpent
Again, I will slash at it
Perhaps this time I will let go.
Tell me something, even the bad something
its alright if I am secondary to whoever comes before me.
its alright if you don't love me anymore.
Because I must, I must have a sine that sais 'use me'
And it must be my fault that you left.

Im sorry that I had a few morals, and I didn't want to have ***
Im sorry that I wanted to Waite till I was in my wedding bed.
And im sorry I made you do it, because my **** was my fault.
At least that's what you said.

Its not even a ****, I didn't **** you.
You never said no, you never told me to stop did you?
No I suppose your rite, I didn't tell you to stop.
You couldn't hear me after you covered my mouth.
And you couldn't see my face while tears rolled down.
And you didn't realize that the sounds coming from beneath your hands were my cry's for help.

I guess your rite, it wasn't a ****, because you wont admit it Im the one to blame?
No Not this time this wasn't my fault.
My parents still love me, what will yours think when they see you locked up behind bars like a vault.
because again I suppose my **** was my fault.
This is dedicated to the people who are sexually assaulted every day, for the people who are still coming to terms with what happened to you. **** is never the victims fault, no matter what their wearing.

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