No longer yours
I begged for you to stop, and you kept going.
Collapsing on me to make sure I couldn’t move.
Making me repeat dirty things to you.
I thought I could fight back, but in the end I knew it was life or death.
Take it or get hurt even more.
Years later here I am, with the scares you left me, But it’s my turn to hurt you now.
I have fought for years to see you get what you deserve, now’s my chance.
Soon you will know my pain. I will hurt you just like you hurt me.
Get ready, because now who’s your “dirty little slut,” certainly not me.
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