The Touch of Razor Blades

Druw Cameron Biello
Apr 22, 2019
1 min read

“I was left exposed to his painful touch. It was like being a dead body in an open casket. My body was degraded and my opinions were shut off. My voice was silenced and my body was no longer mine to own.”

.The Armed Poet.

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