loverslostintime

I was a juvenile,
It was dark,
A man came after me,
In a park,
He grabbed me,
Took off my pants,
He told me he loved me,
After beating me to a pulp,
I laid there so sad so slain,
Feeling worthless,
lying in the rain,
tears come so easy,
after you lost it,
i thought id save myself,
but i was robbed.

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