I was 11 but you touched me like I was 22
Now I'm 22
and I finally realize how wrong that was of you
You were my best friend's dad
And you had been drinking
I tried using that as an excuse but what was I thinking
I keep telling myself it was nothing
But trailing your fingers along my waist and down to my **** is evidently something
I repressed it for years but it finally came to the surface
Our brains hide these things from us on purpose
I'll take my experience and let it go
Because nothing would hurt more than being belittled by the people that I know.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
I was 11 but you touched me like I was 22
Now I'm 22
and I finally realize how wrong that was of you
You were my best friend's dad
And you had been drinking
I tried using that as an excuse but what was I thinking
I keep telling myself it was nothing
But trailing your fingers along my waist and down to my **** is evidently something
I repressed it for years but it finally came to the surface
Our brains hide these things from us on purpose
I'll take my experience and let it go
Because nothing would hurt more than being belittled by the people that I know.
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