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Dec 2017
Why me?

I set here and wonder what I did..
was I bad?
Was I supposed to do that?
Was he supposed to do that to me?
Am I gay?
Why would he pick me if I wasn't?
Should I tell someone?
What if they think I'm lying?
What if he tells them I made it up?
The thought of a man touching me makes me cringe.
I want to crawl under my bed and die.
I set here and have no one to wipe this tear from my eye..
Please don't touch me..
Please don't do that it hurts.
With every touch I lose a part of who I was
Please explain what I did.
Please lord I'm just a kid..
8years of tourture no one listened
James Cook
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James Cook  48/M/Beebe Ar
(48/M/Beebe Ar)   
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