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Take, Take, Take.

He hasn't got a clue
It's laughable really
So why could I cry
And why do I try
I'm pathetic
I'm weak
My future feels bleak

I pour a glass of red
One big swig and it's gone
It warms my chest
But my stomach still dips
I picture him lustful
Greedy, grabbing my hips
Whispering, I am his

Thrusting into me
Heads in a whizz
I want this
I need this
But something feels wrong;
I hear him hiss
This I will miss

I start to remember
He's not mine to keep
My body tenses
I begin to weep
I think he likes it
He pounds me more deep

He's climbing
And
Climbing
He forgets I exist
Going to touch him
He restrains my wrist
He's selfish
He's cold
Clarity floods me;
But so does he
Leaving me feeling
Cheap, dirty and nasty
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