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Waking up in the middle of the night
Drenched in my own sweat.
Your mocking smile and the unspoken bitter memories flood through me.

Your hands that slid past my parts,
Makes me wanna burn my own skin.

Cuts and burns weren't enough to erase the memory.

Everyday passes by, with me wondering how many other innocent lives you have ruined.

Isla

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