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Bare Minimum
I sat before him
Crumpling in onto myself
Lost in my head
Wishing I was dead
It's over now
Why are we still here
He got what he wanted
Why does he sit there and stare
My body limp
Folding over in submission
My head on his knee
...Monday 14th September 2020 5:44 pm
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