No Matter What .
livingthroughIT; 071609
surpassIT; tba
author; vava
Banner’s Credit; Arnella
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One line was all it took for me to give it up. I never thought that I’d fall for those lines… ever. But, I did. He used it against me to my already weakened heart and got what didn’t belong to him. And after all of those false sweet lines, me opening my legs to him, and him taking my innocence… he left. He left and didn’t look back.
The hurt and shame I felt afterwards came like bullets as tears cascading down my cheeks. I’d been hurt because I’d allowed some loser to take something that was once so precious to me and he didn’t even bother to look back at me. I was a fool, to ever think that he loved me. He never gave two shits about me. Wrong, because I thought he’d cared and loved me, when in reality he didn’t. No body did, nobody does, and nobody will.
I couldn’t describe what he took as rape when in actuality I wanted the same things that he wanted. Well, actually that’s what I thought. I wanted love, and he wanted what I had in between my golden thighs. I thought he wanted the same things as me until he left me that cold night.
That night he gave me what I asked for. He took what was so pure from and then to only leave me brokenhearted. I was just another fuck to him; another teen girl who’d opened her legs so he can brag about and then to dis me the next. I was once that girl that I had long gone promised not to be. I was now apart of a statistic of young girls having sex at young age.
I was just like every other girl and now I’m heart broken.
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Music used to be my heart. I loved singing. I developed a form to love singing the gospels, & old R&B’s. They say that I was from the dirty south which was how I got my nice southern vocal tones. I could sing any song how you like it and then to remix it and make it like my own.
She was the only one I felt close to when I found my love. She supported me from the beginning. She never discouraged me or anything. She’d just smile and singed along with me. Sometimes she’d request a song and I’d sing it just how she liked it. She had this one song that she’d request all the time called, I’ll be there by the Jackson Five’s.
I’d sing it to her and she’d smile and give me a big hug afterwards. She told me that she was my biggest fan. And I believed her. I believed her until she died. I loved and believed her. And after she died, I never sung again.
I don’t know if I’ll ever sing again. I only sang for her.
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So what do you all think?
She should I continue?
So what do you all think?
She should I continue?
Last edited by Vava on Thu Sep 03, 2009 4:43 pm; edited 4 times in total (Reason for editing : Chapter One)