It must have been the way I slurred my words
Or the colour of my silky blouse
It must have been the tears rolling down my face
Or the distress radiating off of me.
It must have been the way I said
I was gay and I had a girlfriend
It must have been the cries
I made when he began.
It must have been the fact
That I was an intoxicated female
Or perhaps it was the fate that I deserved
Maybe that’s why he did it.
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