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Array ( [sid] => 45975 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => You Were Wrong [time] => 2004-05-03 08:25:00 [hometext] => I think you will understand what this poem is about when you read it, if not just leave a comment and I'll write you and tell you about it. [bodytext] => The first time I was touched by a boy
I was eight
He played with me like a toy
He put his hands in places they just didn't belong
But I was little then
I didn't know it was wrong
I can't believe how stupid I had been
But . . . he said it was okay
He said if it hurt
To squeeze his hand
Then his free hand went up my shirt
He rubbed me all over my chest
Then he slipped his hand down my pants
I sat there, real quiet,
But I wanted to cry
I wanted to just curl up in a ball
And die
I now realize what you did was wrong
And I'll never forget about it
But I will frogive you
I will NEVER forgive and forget! [comments] => 2 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 65 [informant] => BaByBaNaNa [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )

You Were Wrong

Contributed by BaByBaNaNa on Monday, 3rd May 2004 @ 08:25:00 AM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff

The first time I was touched by a boy
I was eight
He played with me like a toy
He put his hands in places they just didn't belong
But I was little then
I didn't know it was wrong
I can't believe how stupid I had been
But . . . he said it was okay
He said if it hurt
To squeeze his hand
Then his free hand went up my shirt
He rubbed me all over my chest
Then he slipped his hand down my pants
I sat there, real quiet,
But I wanted to cry
I wanted to just curl up in a ball
And die
I now realize what you did was wrong
And I'll never forget about it
But I will frogive you
I will NEVER forgive and forget!

Copyright © BaByBaNaNa ... [ 2004-05-03 08:25:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: You Were Wrong (User Rating: 1 )
by lil_angel on Tuesday, 18th May 2004 @ 12:56:31 AM AEST
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WOW...sorry that happend...but good write!

Re: You Were Wrong (User Rating: 1 )
by Trisha on Thursday, 3rd June 2004 @ 10:23:25 PM AEST
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This Happen To Me. I Am Sorry What You Went Though. I Was 12 And He Was 28. I Never Told Anyone But My Mom A Year Later.

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