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you were my first
You were my first
Then on I was cursed
I didn't want you to be my first
But you took it upon yourself to do your worst
I was only seven
You treated me with such aggression
You didn't care
It wasn't fair
You ruined me for the rest of my life
You should have just stabbed me in the heart with a knife
Instead I have to live with the memory
Of my first being a member of my family.
Then on I was cursed
I didn't want you to be my first
But you took it upon yourself to do your worst
I was only seven
You treated me with such aggression
You didn't care
It wasn't fair
You ruined me for the rest of my life
You should have just stabbed me in the heart with a knife
Instead I have to live with the memory
Of my first being a member of my family.
Published 30th Jul 2012
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30th Jul 2012 6:10am
Oh, dear. The poem is so sad, it makes my heart ache for you. But its a great piece of work.
30th Jul 2012 6:34am
30th Jul 2012 1:17pm
It is wicked. Beyond words. You have a voice here and its good to let it out.
30th Jul 2012 4:44pm
31st Jul 2012 3:04pm
