A friendly visit;
turned a dead end
trusted him
told him my sad story;
but used it against me
made me vulnerable
drunken me
shots of liquor
tipsy eyes
dizzy ;
then I lay on the bed
unknowingly;
I begged ;
begging him to stop
but to passionate to stop;
crying and crying
please stop! Please stop ;
finally stopped
felt ashamed
walk of shame
with my tipsy eyes
A sad tale🥲🥲🥲🥲
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Author:
D\'Poetic Princess (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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