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A not so satisfying memory



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Sat Jun 11, 2005 4:20 am
kutestuff003 says...



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The love of my life left today,
all because he was to tired to wait,
I kept saying "No" I can't do it not yet,
He said "Oh, Yeah" I'll make a bet.
He threw me down and tied me up,
I was hurting so badly the hate inside,
He hit me, he slapped me, then he laughed,
He said watch this and he raped me to death.
I tried to stop him with all my might,
I can't believe I put up with the fight.
After he did that he tied my hands tight,
He said "haha", Look now,
You did it tonight.
I cried so hard I think I bled,
So many crude thoughts inside my head.
Later, that week I got a strange call,
They asked if he did it,
I screamed YES HE DID IT ALL.
Please don't tell I begged,
All they said was were here to stay.
One night and my life ebbed away.
Why did I let him?
How could I never tell,
With all this pain inside me,
Maybe I should just rot in hell.
Those days are over,
my life is still gone,
Maybe I should just stop playing such a crude song.

Kaitlyn
Last edited by kutestuff003 on Sat Jun 11, 2005 8:43 pm, edited 2 times in total.
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Sat Jun 11, 2005 4:33 am
Elizabeth says...



OK, this is talent that I never knew you had because you never took time to SHOW ME KAITLYN!!! This was so amazing and it made me scared... I haven't any idea why. It was so brilliant... And that whole love of my life stuff just made it a bit sadder and it makes you think (me anyway, i like to think and therefore I am a bad american) that if he was really your true love that he wouldn't do that. I hope this is all your imagination and not real. I'll cry if it''s real.
  








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