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Are the hope around my neck.

The pendant on my chest rests on the

Padlock to my blood that Stained

all over the dress you stressed to see me-

take off.


Slain like the animals you pay to see pained

because they are drained from their dignity, like me-

Linked to the travesty of having a


oversexualied body.


No I will not marry you,

Because I love you.

You are guilty, yet somehow

I am the one in chains.

I am still connected to



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