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It does not haunt me how you stole a piece of me without consent It does not replay in my head your hands on my unwilling body Rather, I'm plagued by the days, the weeks, the years that follow When I laugh at their jokes After you bragged about your conquest When I shrug my shoulders to my friends and tell them it was mutual When I sit at my parents dinner table and pretend it didn't happen under their roof When I meet a nice boy But his touch gives me a panic attack so he stops returning my calls Know that I'm not haunted by the night you stole my peace Know that you didn't ruin my night you ruined all the nights after
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May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 11:43 PM UTC
The nights after
It does not haunt me how you stole a piece of me without consent It does not replay in my head your hands on my unwilling body Rather, I'm plagued by the days, the weeks, the years that follow When I laugh at their jokes After you bragged about your conquest When I shrug my shoulders to my friends and tell them it was mutual When I sit at my parents dinner table and pretend it didn't happen under their roof When I meet a nice boy But his touch gives me a panic attack so he stops returning my calls Know that I'm not haunted by the night you stole my peace Know that you didn't ruin my night you ruined all the nights after
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May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 11:43 PM UTC
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