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Why did I do it
04/19/2004 @ 7:50pm
By:
courtney9799

He just started without me
And left me behind
I wasn't ready I said no
Maybe i was too kind
He was older and I told him please stop
But just then I heard my button pop
He slid his hands all over me anyway
He was just with my boyfriend the previous day
He didn't respect me and I told him it hurt
He kept going..Did he start because I was a flirt?
Harder and harder he didn't ask how it felt
Faster and faster I could feel my stomach melt
Deeper and louder he came with a roar
I hope what I'm doing doesn't make me a whore
When we were done I felt so wrong
It felt like the process took so long
He tried to kiss me as I left but I pushed him away
I didn't want to hear a word he had to say
He was my lover's true best friend
He was supposed to stick with him until the very end
He chose some ass over someone he cared about
That shows how good of a friend he was to just fuck me without a single
doubt
I went to school for a week before anyone knew
But when I came the following week, they all knew it was true
I had to get out of there I made everyone sick
Why did I sleep with a guy who was such a prick
I wanted to leave or better just die
But the only thing I could do was sit there and cry
My mom asked what was wrong I told here nothing
But when she looked into my eyes she could tell it was something
I told her what happened and how it all went
She felt my pain after I let my emotions vent
I let it all go
And we moved away
And dan, I think about you everyday
I wonder what we would be like if I didn't go wrong
We would've still been together
We'd love for so long
 
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