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Post by airmid on Jun 3, 2008 16:51:49 GMT
My hair on the floor. A weight on me, smell of fish, disgusting. His face on me. His grey overall and what was left of my blue one. Turn my head, look at the door, look at the stairs. Hope someone will come upstairs. Sharp pain down there. Poking around, dirty hands, dirty him. Not sure what he used. His mouth on me. Look away, turn your head, go away. Hope for someone to come. Hope nobody will. Or they will know. 'When we'll be there I'll have fun with you' 'Didn't you already have?' I thought. Shower, now, shower, hide everything, hide the shame, hide the pain. Back to dinner with the same face, the day I first put on my mask, for taking it off no more.
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