The Story in my Head

I look down and I don’t recognize myself

I tried to push my legs to go faster

but I guess theirs was faster than mine

Pushed to the wall of a filthy building

All I heard was ripples

I knew I’ve been caught


I could not register what was happening again

Grunts, painful moans of pleasure

Their hormones was saying yes, mine said no


After getting satisfied, they push and go

But I’m left to pick the pieces, but they left with one thing

and that was my pride

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