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= F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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Beyond Your Limits
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Everyone has their limits. I'm not talking about your stress limit - that
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point where your patience gives in and you lose control of your temper. I'm
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talking about moral limits...that line that you draw and tell yourself that
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you'll never cross beyond.
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There's a reason why you don't want to cross beyond that line. What you
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might find there...more specifically, what you might find in yourself
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there...can scare the shit out of you. I crossed that line recently and it
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wasn't a pleasant experience.
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Ok...this text is going to be difficult to write, so bear with me. I have
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to refrain from giving too much detail so as to spare the other person in
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this story extreme embarrasment. I suppose I could get around that by
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submitting this anonymously, but that's not something I'm really
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comfortable with. I have nothing against anyone else who has chosen to go
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this way, but for me, it's not something I do. I don't know why, it's
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probably just my ego wanting credit.
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Anyway, I hope this file will be able to serve its purpose and not waste
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space on your hard drive.
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Alright, let's backtrack a bit so I can get this story started. Awhile
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back, I fell in love with a girl who already had a boyfriend. She had been
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with this guy for almost a year, so I didn't think I had much chance. But I
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gave it a try and she fell for me, or so she said. We had a pretty heavy
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affair, which her boyfriend never learned of. It lasted about 3 months.
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During this time, she kept promising me that she would leave her boyfriend.
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She actually did break up with him two or three times, but never for longer
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than a couple of hours.
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Well, anyone with half a brain could see that she was playing me, but
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apparently love had numbed 3/4ths of my brain. I ignored the obvious signs
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and tried to blame it on her age. (I'm not mentioning any ages, but she was
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far below legal.)
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I gave up a lot for this girl. I lost one of my best friends because I
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defended her against him. I began to exclude all my other friends. I spent
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all my money on her and I almost lost my life after a fight with her when I
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OD'd.
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And then it happened. She got tired of me and dropped me like a bad habit.
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That was that. I'd given up everything and had nothing left. What really
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pissed me off was that she didn't think she'd done anything wrong. In fact,
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she couldn't understand why I was mad at her.
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For almost two months, I sat around in a stunned daze, unable to even think
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clearly. My spirit had been so crushed by her that I barely had enough will
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left to breathe.
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Slowly but surely I began to slip back into the mode my life was in before
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I got mixed up with her. I started contacting my old friends and generally
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living. And I finally came to realize how badly I'd been fucked over. I
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finally came out of my haze and made the decision to make her suffer as
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much as I did.
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Ok, this is where I have to stop with the details. It would help the story
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immensely if I included them, but I explained before why I can't. If it
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sucks as a result, I apologize. Alright, back to the story.
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Like I said, I wanted her to suffer. First of all, I found some items from
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when we were together and used them to blackmail her. Originally, I was
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just torturing her, playing little mind games with her, but that soon grew
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tiresome, so I decided to push the game to a new level.
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One night, while we were talking, I decided to see how important it was to
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her that the blackmail not get out. I kept pushing her until I got her to
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do some things that we used to do when we were together. Needless to say,
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she didn't want to do them anymore, but I left her no choice. (Let me take
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a quick moment to state that though it sounds like it, what I'm describing
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is not rape.)
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I kept forcing her to do the things while asking her if she remembered how
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she used to like them. I got her thinking about all the good times we used
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to have...and then I dropped the bomb.
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"Imagine that you had all those great things." I told her. "Imagine that
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everything was so perfect in your life. Now imagine that suddenly it was
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all gone. Imagine that for no reason someone took it all away. You know how
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you feel right now? That's how you made me feel." She was upset before, but
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when I said that, she burst into tears, bawling loudly. When, through her
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tears, she apologized, I was finally able to believe her for the first time.
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I was satisfied that I had finally gotten through to her, but I'm not so
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sure it was worth all the pain. As I lay there listening to her cry for
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over 30 minutes, I began to shake as I realized exactly what I'd just put
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her through. Believe me, it was not a pleasurable experience for either of
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us and I hope I never ever go through something like that ever again. The
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story has a happy ending. We're friends now, but I'm not sure if either of
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us will ever be the same.
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-InVerse inverse@atheist.com
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