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Written whilst listening to Incubus: Wish you were here
All the anger
All the rage
That you filled me with
You took my body
You took it for your satisfaction
You took it for your enjoyment
I didn't know what you were doing
You told me we were playing a game
You told me it was normal
You told me I would enjoy it
I some how knew I wouldn't
You were older though
You knew best
You kept returning over the years
You kept bringing ...
Friday 21st July 2017 11:03 am
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