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I was around eleven years old. 

A family friend...

Suppose to be like a brother

was babysitting me. 

He touched me. 

I didn't wanna be touched there.

I was too young for one. 

And two, I wasn't ready for that. 

I didn't want that, 

but it's my fault it happened. 

I let it happen.

He may would have stopped,

if I told him too. 

Why didn't I? 

I had nothing to be afraid of. 

I had known him all my life. 

But I guess I was still scared

to say no. 

Maybe, I was just afraid

of hurting his feelings. 

Or maybe it was due

to the fact,

that I let things go too easily.

A second case... 

I was fourteen, I believe, 

and a couple guys were outside

and ended up at my house. 

The one did some things that

I didn't want him to do. 

But it's my fault... 

I coulda kept it from happening. 

I coulda went inside the house, 

where he'd been unwelcomed. 

Why didn't I? 

A part of it...

Was cuz I wanted him to like me,

cuz I liked him,

but still I should have did

what I could have to avoid that situation.

Another reason... 

I let people take advantage. 

I was never really the type to speak up.

That's a part of my past that still 

haunts me in ways. 

But I do forgive them.