Rapunzel

Time to watch some anime. 

Escape, escape the pain. 

Oh great, there's ramen and some grape juice. 

(hook)**

Lurking on the internet. 

Oh wait, a stranger's here. 

I'm bait.

He's in my ear, I'm stripping. 

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As soon as the garage door slammed securely shut, I knew that I was free to indulge in my world of secret pleasures. 

12 years and 3 molestations in to life and I am learning there are loop holes in my parents' strict system.

Like if I turn on the computer as soon as they leave, I have about 7 hours worth of mischief. 

Talking to strangers, flirting with dangers that I've repeatedly been warned about. 

But locking me in a box and depriving of my most primal of needs doesn't influence a path of purity. 

In fact, the dungeon that housed me served as a double edged sword. 

The safety from the world morphed into the danger of a rebellious girl. 

Tilting my camera and rolling up shorts. 

The poses of an amateur arousing the boys and girls of the world. 

Little did I know that outside of this shelter was a battle, was a war. 

As I collected my toys who praised and adored me, 

Wars of skin tone and sized bones and income were stirring around me. 

Funny, because in my virtual reality, none of this existed to me as long as I provided my company with all they wished to see.

My pleasure dungeon was far better medicine than that of pronounced psychiatrist with questionable intentions. 

All is fair. The pleasure principle can persist as long as I shut it all down before six. 

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Time to watch some anime. 

Escape, escape the pain. 

Oh great, there's ramen and some grape juice. 

(hook)**

Lurking on the internet. 

Oh wait, a stranger's here. 

I'm bait.

He's in my ear, I'm stripping. 

Author's Note

90's Hip Hop Old School Instrumental Beat- "underground"