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you are this monster that haunts my dreams but you are lying in my bed i can feel you grasp my neck (you take my breath away) i would ask you to stop but you do not let me you will never let me say how i feel that every time you touch me my stomach revolts and you called yourself my father.
Lorena Walker
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Thursday, July 19, 2007 |
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Tuesday, March 22, 2011 |
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