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loose control by ~brandta04:iconbrandta04:

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I feel like a rag doll
I have no control
Over what happens to me
I can say what i want
But it doesn't matter

I scream
I cry
I run
I fight
Nothing cans top this

Its all his fault
He could have stoppped it
He did not
Its his fault
He caused this

What he did
took away my control
I had no power
I was his
He owned me
I had no control
I would kill him if i could

He wont last if he evre gets out
I swear I'll put a cap in his ass
He's a bastard
He's an ass
I hope he dies and rotts in hell
The bastard

He took away my control
©2007-2009 ~brandta04
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Author's Comments

ya i wrote this and i soo love it

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~iSlightlyCuckoo Apr 20, 2008, 12:16:36 PM
Excellent. I wonder who you're mad at?

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~brandta04 Apr 21, 2008, 1:51:15 PM
a cruel man, no not even a man, a monster who took away my control. i dont really want to talk about it but you can google "roy pompa" and you'll understand

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~iSlightlyCuckoo Apr 21, 2008, 4:33:03 PM
...

I'm sorry.

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Come to the dark side, we have C strings!
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~brandta04 Apr 21, 2008, 5:16:12 PM
its ok, i'm learning to cope

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Bump da panties!
Buy a thong!
Party hard all night long!
Skewl sucks!
Sex is heaven!
Were the class of 2011
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Mood: Emotional ~LonelyCanary228 2 days 15 hours ago
This reminds me of a boy I used to know, who, while not molesting me in a physical manner, did to me what I would classify as mind rape.

This boy was very charismatic: the sort of person who steals your power without you even knowing it, and then, when you realize that he's been playing with you, it's too late because your mind has already been (you can almost say) raped. You're left bearing the weight, bearing all the responsibility, while he goes on in life, entirely, almost blissfully unaware of the permanent stain he left on your heart, mind, and spirit. You are left no longer a child, but not out of free will. Your mind is no longer a virgin mind; you distrust, hate, and fear almost everyone, and you feel that no one can love you. And you know that he felt pleasure, a sense of sick release in the act; that he was enjoying every minute of it, deriving a horrible, demonic pleasure from violating you. And you want more than anything to hunt him down and strangle him to death, squeezing his neck until he is cut off from air entirely, digging your claws into his neck until you pierce his jugular vein and he bleeds, bleeds the only remorse that he will ever feel on this earth...until he finally descends to the Hell from whence he came.

Very powerful poem. :+fav:

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~LonelyCanary228 2 days 14 hours ago
And no, this boy doesn't go to this school. He lives way down south.

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