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Sick
Since when was the pain
of another human being
used as a joke?
What type of sick fuck
would laugh in the face
of a woman's pain?
The pain of the loss of
her innocence, her pride.
How disturbed do you have
to be to do that?
I read those brutal words
and the memory leapt to mind,
jerking me awake and back into
painful reality.
When I'm touched I see his face,
feel his rough, despised hands
ripping apart my rose.
It's sick.
All men like you
are sick.
of another human being
used as a joke?
What type of sick fuck
would laugh in the face
of a woman's pain?
The pain of the loss of
her innocence, her pride.
How disturbed do you have
to be to do that?
I read those brutal words
and the memory leapt to mind,
jerking me awake and back into
painful reality.
When I'm touched I see his face,
feel his rough, despised hands
ripping apart my rose.
It's sick.
All men like you
are sick.
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