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He was my first mistake I was young, impressionable this was information he was well aware of A soft yet firm peach torn from the branch before it was fully ripe coarsely bitten into, intentionally bitten into then discarded The bruises on my knees and scrapes on my elbows remind me of that He was the first mistake Why I didn't change the locks Why I didn't say no why I didn't insist on no Is this my fault? Was he my fault? He was a ravenous shark and I even told him that sharks have to eat too, he said my mother always taught me not to talk to strangers but Ted Bundy had an enticing smile and electric eyes I changed the locks I bandaged my knees I should have listened to my mother
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
my first mistake
He was my first mistake I was young, impressionable this was information he was well aware of A soft yet firm peach torn from the branch before it was fully ripe coarsely bitten into, intentionally bitten into then discarded The bruises on my knees and scrapes on my elbows remind me of that He was the first mistake Why I didn't change the locks Why I didn't say no why I didn't insist on no Is this my fault? Was he my fault? He was a ravenous shark and I even told him that sharks have to eat too, he said my mother always taught me not to talk to strangers but Ted Bundy had an enticing smile and electric eyes I changed the locks I bandaged my knees I should have listened to my mother
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
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