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[title] => The Morning After
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[bodytext] => I woke up this morning still feeling the same The room was spinning, or maybe just my head I tried calling my boyfriend to find comfort But there was no answer. I threw up last night And twice this morning And I remember last night But some images escape my thought And I feel so dirty. No matter how many times I shower The dirt won't come off And I start to cry. My boyfriend was there for me Like I would be for him But it shouldn't have been that way Never once have I had no control And I felt so helpless. I remember being pushed into the bathroom And I remember by who Never should that have happened. I remember laying in Jeremy's bed There was so much noise And it was too loud But maybe it was just me. I remember Jeremy asking me if I loved him I said yes and handed him my two bottles. He was by my side last night And was so loving and so caring He showed me a side that I remember If only he were like that in other situations I remember piercing some girl's boob And agreeing to do mine. What was I thinking? I remember listening to Jeremy's conversations He seemed so angry and unhappy with me And again I feel dirty. The aftermath is so hard to deal with I wish time could go back I think of last night as a whole And I can't help but shake my Head in disgrace. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 241 [topic] => 32 [informant] => CuttersAngel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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