Untitled (Triggering)

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  1. FrainBart

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    I wonder once, and twice again
    this damage caused, is damage done.
    There is no need to pull it through
    Just to see the pain, withdrew,
    and hid amongst the pain
    that tracked her head, and so her vein
    it gleamed and sprinkled, red,
    and lying there she knew and heard
    the sounds of crying, of voices spun
    telling her it was just for fun
    I wonder twice, and once, once more
    of that bitch, the s***, the w****
    of how she'd feel if I were her,
    and she was I, would I ruffle all her feathers
    Or pick just one.
     
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