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The Filthy Train Ride

  • By Shirin
  • Aug 28, 2023
  • 1 min read

You took advantage of my devastation,

And I played into your little games,

As you promised me happiness and wealth,

That lasted not a day.


That train ride I remember,

The one where your friends took turns,

To drug me and rape me in the dirty night

As my body stained the white sheet red


I have no place to call home,

I'm bought every week,

That train ride was once,

But this slow death will be forever.




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