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Gasoline The stench of gasoline makes me ill as the song pounces through my brain “I want you to want me the way that I want you”: and I’m tired of fighting I don’t think I can fight anymore but I have to I can’t let you do this these are my rights and you can’t hurt me like this “Then maybe I’ll just force you” you say I push you away I try to stop you and all I keep hearing is that damn song I can’t escape it “I know that you need me just tell me you want me I want you” I’m too angry to cry and too frightened to scream I shove I move but nothing stops you “You are my sensation a perfect temptation” I wish that song would stop I wish everything would stop your touch scares me and your stare haunts me so I scratch and scream until the novelty is lost for you no I will not tell you I want you for I can’t let you do this these are my rights and you just can’t do this to me Copyright Janet Kuypers. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.