these scars will never heal you satisfied yourself with no worry for herself such a sleazy way to get off when all she wanted was just to talk you took her purity and made it her vanity you finished but the stains still remain as you can t wash away memories her white slate now blackened with the grit of her clinging past these stains will forever make their presents last stop fleeing and wipe off your tears stop running away from the oppressions start moving forward if time were an hour glass you d be the sand you fell through the cracks it takes such a weak man to disregard rules of civilization and to take advantage of a situation her screams fall on dead ears vocal chords scrapping her throat stop fleeing and wipe off your tears stop running away from the oppressions start moving forward if time were an hour glass you d be the sand
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