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Your nails were like razor blades cutting against my skin. I asked begged you to stop but you wouldn’t. When I look in the mirror all I see is your handprints; all I feel is disgust. I don’t know who I am anymore. I’m a skeleton of the person I used to be. You didn’t care. You just kept looking at me with that same malicious smile. You tainted my skin all with the touch of your hands. Your mouth. I was always told my body was a temple, and I protected it as such, but you forced your way in and I was helpless. You looked right through me as you held me down and had your way with me. It’s still hard for me to say those words, what you did to me — you defiled me in such a horrendous way I thought there was no coming back — i still think that.
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Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
My Body Is A Sacred Temple
Your nails were like razor blades cutting against my skin. I asked begged you to stop but you wouldn’t. When I look in the mirror all I see is your handprints; all I feel is disgust. I don’t know who I am anymore. I’m a skeleton of the person I used to be. You didn’t care. You just kept looking at me with that same malicious smile. You tainted my skin all with the touch of your hands. Your mouth. I was always told my body was a temple, and I protected it as such, but you forced your way in and I was helpless. You looked right through me as you held me down and had your way with me. It’s still hard for me to say those words, what you did to me — you defiled me in such a horrendous way I thought there was no coming back — i still think that.
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Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
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