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nightmere

we laugh and play,
but somethings wrong,
it doesnt feel the same,
to the ground he has me pinned,
and starts touching my skin,
gently and softly,
then harder and roughly,
he begins to grope my breast,
as if it was his last breath,
i begin to scream and cry,
he says shut up or die,
so in silent i lay,
while he has his way,
his breath smells like beer and cigarettes,
as he kisses my neck,
paralized by fear,
i lay there and wonder why,
he quickly rips my clothes off,
and throws them to the side,
he spreds my legs and climbs on top,
my head screaming,
why wont he stop,
as he starts to penatrate me,
i wake up,
it was just another dream.
Written by squirrel27
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