Beer, Sweat, and Weed
ever the Gentleman
you grabbed me by the hair
and took me to That Place
Locked away and Scared
you Threw me on the bed
bound my arms and legs
and forced yourself Inside.
you left me feeling worthless
used
replacable
disposable.
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