hatred fill my eyes
as my fingers, do what
they've done for so long
running water so no one can hear.

The pain is hard to see
No scars like before
more pleasure then normal
I love it each time

Breakfast is gone
I wait for lunch
Looking away from mirrors
so ugly and pale

Fingers work their magic
down my throat
no one has to know
our little secret, kept.

 
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