26 December 2009

21st December

He say’s it’s all set up. I don’t know what He’s talking about and I don’t care. When I woke up He was on me, in me. He doesn’t give a damn that I’m all torn up and bleeding. He wanted so He took. I can’t stay awake for long, I just keep coming and going, I just wish I didn’t keep coming back here.

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