You grab with hands so strong
The welts are still here
You didn’t choke my throat
You choked my innocence
It was already so feeble
Why did it deserve to die, J?
Was it in your jurisdiction
To kill the last pure part of me?
Your convictions of punishment
Are nothing short of harsh.
Why did I deserve this?
I said no
And my voice was smothered by your desires
Why was I your carefully chosen victim?
Was it either me or my cousin,
And I the weaker?
I dreamed of your return
Inevitable it seems
Your intimidation worked
And now I don’t dream
But rather scream.
I hope you're proud,
I hope you're forever happy
With your filthy deed.
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