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I remember the very first time,

I remember the mixed berry,

I remember i couldnt walk a straight line.

I remember being red eye'd and teary.



My first drink was mixed berry,

You bought them for me,

You said it would taste like candy.

I had my first drink when I was nine.



I don't remember much,

I lost something that night,

I remember how he'd touch.

I know now it was'nt right.



I don't blame myself,

I only blame him,

I don't know how i delt.

But I know he's a sin.



I know it wasn't my fault,

It just took time,

It just took a lot.

To realize he commited the crime.



He gave alcohol to a minor,

He decided he would rape her,

Thought nothing would be finer.

He shouted and he swore.



He said he would never go to jail,

He said he would kill me if I told,

Little did he know just 5 years later.

He would be dead and I would grow old.



The sight of mixed berry makes me sick,

The smell on someones breath weakings me,

Now I'm 21 and everything clicks.

It was he who was weak now I see.