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There used to be a boy that lived down the street, I thought I loved him when we ****** in the front seat. I felt like a grown up, I didn't feel sixteen. A few men later, felt sharp as a tack. I loved a man that said "I'd give you the shirt off my back". I felt like a grown up, I didn't feel eighteen. Then came a man with my mom's new last name, I escaped the final touch but not all the blame. He told me "you're not a kid anymore", Every day since I was twelve he did the math. I wish I didn't want to grow up before, I was only eighteen and a half.
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
Still Recovering 4 Years Later
There used to be a boy that lived down the street, I thought I loved him when we ****** in the front seat. I felt like a grown up, I didn't feel sixteen. A few men later, felt sharp as a tack. I loved a man that said "I'd give you the shirt off my back". I felt like a grown up, I didn't feel eighteen. Then came a man with my mom's new last name, I escaped the final touch but not all the blame. He told me "you're not a kid anymore", Every day since I was twelve he did the math. I wish I didn't want to grow up before, I was only eighteen and a half.
Still recovering from the time someone took all the magic out of young love, growing up, and having trust.
#past#sad#heartbreak#healing#recovering
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
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