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So, my dear I have some things I'd like to tell you. I hope you choke on every word of this poem. Where to begin? When I was dying on the inside, You took advantage of me Decoded my feelings, Bullied me all the way to second base And beyond How can you be so naïve That you can convince yourself That this was my fault? I guess you've got everyone else fooled, too. Nobody knows the truth. Mom thinks I'm jumpy because I'm energetic. Dad thinks I don't sleep well at night Because I sleep too late in the morning. They don't know it is because I feel ***** Because of you. But who would believe me? I already lied for you, Saying you took advantage of me, But telling them I still said yes willingly The first time you asked. If I told and you knew, You would deny it avidly, saying "It's not like I ***** you or anything." And "It's not like I forced you." You're right. I've done my homework. It's called indecent assault And coercion. But I still can't bring myself to call it that, Or to tell anyone. So honey, you're pretty **** lucky That it took me four months to understand That what you did to me is wrong.
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
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So, my dear I have some things I'd like to tell you. I hope you choke on every word of this poem. Where to begin? When I was dying on the inside, You took advantage of me Decoded my feelings, Bullied me all the way to second base And beyond How can you be so naïve That you can convince yourself That this was my fault? I guess you've got everyone else fooled, too. Nobody knows the truth. Mom thinks I'm jumpy because I'm energetic. Dad thinks I don't sleep well at night Because I sleep too late in the morning. They don't know it is because I feel ***** Because of you. But who would believe me? I already lied for you, Saying you took advantage of me, But telling them I still said yes willingly The first time you asked. If I told and you knew, You would deny it avidly, saying "It's not like I ***** you or anything." And "It's not like I forced you." You're right. I've done my homework. It's called indecent assault And coercion. But I still can't bring myself to call it that, Or to tell anyone. So honey, you're pretty **** lucky That it took me four months to understand That what you did to me is wrong.
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
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