Maybe my legs would't shake when I heard your name if I felt better about how it worked out. Your daddy was a business man who didn't like what I did to your neck and I know now your mother she will never love me.
I've moved on. I feel better about myself. So why do I still think about you? How do I know if he touched you? I'd ask you when we're older but this is something we can't talk about.
I'm not trying to take myself so seriously. I just want to hold your hand. I just want to be 14 again but this time safe. Let's talk about the way our lives worked out over coffee. I can't help but miss you sometimes. And I think you're right when you say I should be burned alive.
I've moved on. I feel better about myself. So why do I still think about you? How do I know if he touched you? I'd ask you when we're older but this is something we can't talk about.
Because if I am a rapist then you are a pedophile and we will both get what we deserve. Because if you are a rapist then I am a pedophile and I will solely get what I deserve. Because if I am a rapist then you are a pedophile and God is a whore and we don't deserve to live anymore. I don't want to live anymore.
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"dick dents"
Dimples, your dimples. I remember boys saying you had dick dents in your face. Now I have them too. I wish I had a pussy like yours, one I could smash my head into until my face started bleeding. Your parents could watch.