That hurt.
That hurt.
That afternoon.
When you came
Inside my house and
Destroied my body.
That is hurting.
You.
Yes, you.
You came.
You cum.
I cryied.
You laugh.
I bleed.
You look and don't care.
I barfed up on you.
You made me cry.
I blame myself.
They say this is not my fault,
But whom are going to made
Me believe in this?
You came into me.
You forced me.
I still think it's my fault,
But you know
That's not the truth.
Autora: Maria Clara A. Matos
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