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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