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Jul 2019
did he take his frustrations out on me
blamed me for all his misdeeds
I didn’t hold a gun to his head
I didn’t force his pants off to get into bed

How many times
did I listen, be his audience
cater to his child-like needs
get on my knees and **** his p

How many times
did he hide me away
I was his ***** little secret
that he took to his grave

But I’m not going to keep it
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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