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by @Haruharu

Your hands on my body, that I tried to push away.. Your lips on my skin, where I didn't want them.. My back against the wall, where I couldn't break free.. My hands trying to get you off me, when you wanted my clothes off.. My pleads of No, meant nothing. My body shaking, wishing that I didn't exist.. Your weight on me, another suffocation.. The words no longer could leave my lips, my body wasn't mine anymore.. The running, crying in panic with no shoes is the last I remember.. I remember it like it was yesterday, wait.. it was. I thought you were my friend..
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Haruharu
29 / F / Sweden
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Written by
Haruharu
29 / F / Sweden
Published
May 31, 2017
Time
1m
Tags
#heavy#dark#deep#true#story#rape#sad#hurt
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