I wish I could see you one last time, to ask to questions that are always on my mind. "Why did you??" Why did you rape me, why did you lie? Why did you do all you could, to make me cry? Why when I yelled, NO, PLEASE DON'T, STOP! You told me to shut up, as you climbed on top. I cried on the inside, as well as on the out. My body trembling, I was scard without a doubt. When you was finally finished, my innocents stolen away. My mind, body and soul diminished, you left with one thing to say. You asked if it was as good for me, as it was for you. You said I should keep my mouth shut, like a good girl would do. Well now that it's all over, I have something to say. You're an ass hole and a jerk, and now you must pay! I hate you for being you, and for all the shit you've done. I hope that bullet in your head, was worth your one night of fun!Birth sign: Pisces
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