When she was little there were day dreams of love. Holding someone so long wrapped up in their arms.
Warmth dripping from us both. Excited to be with each other. To just be alone in the world together.
Then the hard truth came her way. The old man wrinkled hard hand grabbing at her. She felt afraid.
The old woman who stroked her hair told her all would be fine. Then into bed they ended, and he appeared they laughed at the girl when she cried and was afraid.
A fist to the face will make you wake up that something isn't all right. The black eyes should have kept her away.
As he punched the air out of her then tortured her with his manhood. She thought about being held and loved. A soft kiss, a gentle touch.
When she was little there were day dreams of love.
Warmth dripping from us both. Excited to be with each other. To just be alone in the world together.
Then the hard truth came her way. The old man wrinkled hard hand grabbing at her. She felt afraid.
The old woman who stroked her hair told her all would be fine. Then into bed they ended, and he appeared they laughed at the girl when she cried and was afraid.
A fist to the face will make you wake up that something isn't all right. The black eyes should have kept her away.
As he punched the air out of her then tortured her with his manhood. She thought about being held and loved. A soft kiss, a gentle touch.
When she was little there were day dreams of love.
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