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i cant focus my energy these words dont seem to write all i can say is that shouldn't have been the night **** is a word i dont want to use coerced and confused i gave everything away to you. **** is a word to powerful it leaves women black and blue still, i didn't want that to happen, especially not with you i had a bad feeling right from the start your eyes where cold voice insincere still i though i was with friends so i drank that cup straight till the end the only real part of the women i am was left on the bathroom floor with parts of my guts in the toilet bowl just helping me to bed to you this meant helping yourself into my pants yes i am guilty, i let it go far whatever, does not count as consent while violence may not have been a part of this attack my mind is not the same i need medication just to feel okay just because you wanted to get off anxiety now follows me like the plague the terrors that awake me every night that punch in the face doesn't seem like enough who am i to make you pay? i'm just some stupid **** i still feel that disgust its my fault, i drank to much
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Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 12:33 AM UTC
i drank to much
i cant focus my energy these words dont seem to write all i can say is that shouldn't have been the night **** is a word i dont want to use coerced and confused i gave everything away to you. **** is a word to powerful it leaves women black and blue still, i didn't want that to happen, especially not with you i had a bad feeling right from the start your eyes where cold voice insincere still i though i was with friends so i drank that cup straight till the end the only real part of the women i am was left on the bathroom floor with parts of my guts in the toilet bowl just helping me to bed to you this meant helping yourself into my pants yes i am guilty, i let it go far whatever, does not count as consent while violence may not have been a part of this attack my mind is not the same i need medication just to feel okay just because you wanted to get off anxiety now follows me like the plague the terrors that awake me every night that punch in the face doesn't seem like enough who am i to make you pay? i'm just some stupid **** i still feel that disgust its my fault, i drank to much
victim blaming **** culture needs to be changed.
bailey-ann
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bailey-ann
Canadian
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 12:33 AM UTC
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