Struggling to talk;
Struggling to walk;
Hands tied,
leg tied
Gang leader comes in grand style
With boys at his back
with machines and machinery;
hanged over their neck
puffing some poisonous flames;
causing me to choke
almost having an asthma
He says loudly;
You dare not give me your body;
Ha!,Ha!,Ha!
You are finished !
Hit with a club stick!
Then black out!
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Author:
D\'Poetic Princess (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: October 8th, 2025 15:04
- Category: Sad
- Views: 1
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