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Car journey.
Contributed by
deathdrop
on
Saturday, 6th November 2004 @ 10:11:24 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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He sits behind me.
I feel so small.
I listen to my walkman.
As we go to school.
I feel under power.
To be in there with him.
I feel so sour.
I feel so sick.
‘Coz being there.
With him sitting behind.
Brings on the memories,
I can’t leave behind!
It takes me back.
To when he sexually used me.
And how he gave me a smack.
If I said no to him abusing me…
Today, he sat behind me.
And it made me want to cry.
But I had to block him out.
Block out this, nasty, dirty boy…
How do you think I felt mum?
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2004-11-06 10:11:24] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Car journey.
(User Rating: 1 ) by pixie on
Saturday, 6th November 2004 @ 10:14:50 AM AEST (User
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wow, what can i say , this is awful and i am sorry that you were subjected to this abuse at the hands of such a monster. I think that you should report him to the police I really do, why should someone be left to get away with this kind of sickness?? if you evr need to talk to me about it you know where I am.
a very painful and disturbing write
takecare,
pixie xx |
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