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mixed up...
Contributed by
Hannah_Heaven
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Wednesday, 16th March 2005 @ 04:31:29 PM in AEST
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my first kiss he touched my lips romantic and pure simple as it is just our lips together ..first touch his hand touched mine he had to go further though he had to go there... i liked it first i thought i was special the only one when i look back i feel sick i let him hold me close and touch me closer my first time he made it feel so natural but he pushed himself deep inside i squirmed and tensed i know it was wrong i am too young not even the age but it felt right i hated myself for feeling like that i gave myself away my pure soul vanished the white sheet dirtied and a sin born i had become something i feared i had acted like i shouldnt iam no longer a child just a mixed up teen i have done and dirtied i hate myself i have broken promises and swallowed poisoned pleasure but i go on acting like this why not? ive broken my purity i might aswell carry on one more to the list can't hurt it doesnt hurt me anymore im wide open ready for life to screw me like he did...
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Re: mixed up...
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 16th March 2005 @ 05:08:20 PM AEST (User
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so full of bitterness, yet well written. |
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Re: mixed up...
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Wednesday, 16th March 2005 @ 10:49:00 PM AEST (User
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If u r that young the he needs to be prosicuted.
Take it easy on yourself as it sounds like date rape to me.
Hang in there, it's never too late to change.
huggs,
emy
Sad but awesomely written. |
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