Touch Me
here I lay on my face
so ashamed
such disgrace
they wanted me
for sex alone
when they have it
you're on your own
battered
torn
hurting
bruised
by those men
so confused
GOD
i give up
i am done
i'll take my life
they wont miss one
No, You Won't
You Are MINE
I Made You By design
All Those Lies
You're Living In
They're Worthless
Stop
Giving In
I Made You
Who You're Meant To Be
Lift Your Head
Look To ME
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