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[aid] => mick
[title] => my gift
[time] => 2004-07-20 14:32:48
[hometext] => i was only eleven when this happened to me but i will never forget ...nor forgive
[bodytext] => Don’t touch me You’re no longer allowed Before it happened I use to be so proud I had it pretty hard but I still could’ve been all right If you hadn’t ruined me, that dark summer night I was just a little girl but I guess you didn’t care You used me and when you were done, you left me lying there Now my greatest treasure that was my god given right to give You’ve used for your own pleasure and I’ve lost my will to live Now I feel dirty, disgusting, raw Not only can I not forget what you did, but what I saw The look in your eyes, of violence and lust It traumatized me and now I’ve lost all my trust I’m afraid to be with a near a man, or even be alone Every time it rings, I’m afraid its you on the phone I see you at parties or in the park You’re imprinted in my mind, I see you in the dark I could’ve saved it for my husband or at least someone I loved But you stripped me of that right, now I feel inadequate like im not enough You raped me, stole away my innocence I wanted my first time to be gentle yet intense But it wasn’t like that at all, in fact I didn’t even have choice You silenced my protests with a knife to my throat, and I’ve never regained my voice Well I certainly hope you go to hell, id like to watch you burn You’ve stolen a gift that belonged to me, a gift that can’t be returned [comments] => 2 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 6 [informant] => darkplaidbabe [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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