they-call-me-sicker: I wonder what it feels like, the cold floor on your skin, the throbbing of your
they-call-me-sicker: I wonder what it feels like, the cold floor on your skin, the throbbing of your bruises, the hum of the truck engine and you’re taken away from everything you’ve ever known to be sold to strange men who will do every sick perversion they can think of. I wonder what’s going through your mind at a time like this. I wonder, but it doesn’t matter anyways… -- source link