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He cracked his whip
the sound still drilled in my head
he forced me to strip
i was wishing i was dead

i cried as hard as i could
screamed out for help
but he said everything was good
and told me not to yelp

he said he would kill me
if i ever told
i wish i could see
how much i was controlled

it haunts me inside
most days and almost every night
i wish i could feel pride
but my confidence was left to ignite





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