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He just wanted to help An arm is grabbed Her heart skips a beat No, not good, not good... She can't move Can't breathe Inhale, exh- Inhale, exh- Can't breathe She is red, airbrushed porcelain Can't meet his eyes Says please don't touch me He laughs Please don't touch me Her body is shaking Her mind is racing P-please He lets go And she's still alone
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
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He just wanted to help An arm is grabbed Her heart skips a beat No, not good, not good... She can't move Can't breathe Inhale, exh- Inhale, exh- Can't breathe She is red, airbrushed porcelain Can't meet his eyes Says please don't touch me He laughs Please don't touch me Her body is shaking Her mind is racing P-please He lets go And she's still alone
This is what happens to me. I just want someone to hold me and for me not to freak out. - - - He helped me adjust to him. Then he left... Andrew, I miss you. ( twoam )
#fear#want#alone#cant#memory#touch#trigger#socialanxiety#sexualassualt
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
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