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Remember when you touched me as I said "no" Remember how you kissed me with such urgency to take that first bit of innocence Remember as I pushed you away and you got mad but zipped your pants anyways and the only reason I followed was because you were my ride home. Remember how you had THE NERVE to ask me for money after how you had just touched me and the only reason I did not slap you was because you had made that poor little girl afraid of everything. But tell me, you MUST remember when I came to realize the man I was with was best friends with a criminal, a deciever, a lousy excuse of a man whom took this hardly-14 year old girl's first bit off innocence and discretely- her last You must remember the denial. You must remember how you called me a liar, a fake, an attention seeking ***** You must remember wishing hatred upon me. My poor excuse for a man, but do you not remember the beginning of a catastrophy that only you had the power, underneath those grimy wandering hands, to start ?
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
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Remember when you touched me as I said "no" Remember how you kissed me with such urgency to take that first bit of innocence Remember as I pushed you away and you got mad but zipped your pants anyways and the only reason I followed was because you were my ride home. Remember how you had THE NERVE to ask me for money after how you had just touched me and the only reason I did not slap you was because you had made that poor little girl afraid of everything. But tell me, you MUST remember when I came to realize the man I was with was best friends with a criminal, a deciever, a lousy excuse of a man whom took this hardly-14 year old girl's first bit off innocence and discretely- her last You must remember the denial. You must remember how you called me a liar, a fake, an attention seeking ***** You must remember wishing hatred upon me. My poor excuse for a man, but do you not remember the beginning of a catastrophy that only you had the power, underneath those grimy wandering hands, to start ?
To the boy - not man - whom took it all from me, and then denied it all to my face.
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Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
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