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trapped young whore
my body is like a cage/ my heart beats wanting to get out/ but my ribs, like bars, holds it in./ my body is a wounderland for you/ yet a prison to me/ my soul aces to break free/ you look at me with your eyes wanting and wishing to do things/ i see you watching me with hungery eyes/ and i might let you do things to me because i just dont care anymore/ and you spread open my legs forcing your way inside of me/ you make me say things and do things i shouldnt be doing at such a younge age/ i cry out/ i dont want this any more yet i dont move/ i stay underneith your strong hairy body that smells like jake daniels and smoke/ i guess its another form of self harm/ my mother would be proud/ my mother is doing the same thing right now/ thats why shes never at home/ and when she is/ thats why i hear them moaning from the other room/
