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You.
My first time.
It wasn’t special.
It was okay.
That’s what I’m saying
everytime
someone asks me.
I don’t want to say it
it took me too long
too long
to realize.
You are the evil
your are the the beginning
of me
not feeling.
You raped me.
I was young
too young.
You were older
but this
this wasn’t very mature of you.
Not very de...
Tuesday 20th August 2024 4:27 pm
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