unconsentual hugs
unconsentual hugs running thru my head coming out my eyes wishing I was dead. shove it under the rug don't let them hear your story don't let them see you cry convince him that you're sorry please don't make me strip please just let me hide I cannot take another prick forcing himself inside i cannot take another trick I think I'm gonna die.
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