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Rape Me (Grope Me).

These hands After all that’s why I here, right? Just a little bit of this, a little bit of that. They take,
they don’t give.

keep reaching All I ask is that you’re honest and real. I can only hope that you take away my pain,
my bad days and heartaches. Grab those days I can’t hold my head up high. Take away
the emptiness that engulfs me sometimes.
and
I pray this is not another case where I’m simply being used. I will give you my last
grabbing at dollar, the shirt off my back, even a helping hand when you need me to.

I know this time I can’t take many more years flowing underneath this mask. I’m
me. I keep drowning. As I try to come up for air, these hands, these hands pull me under.

allowing .

them to

do so.

Acrylic on Canvas
i: 40’ by 60’
2020