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The feeling, and thought of you touching me makes my skin crawl. I feel sick with myself, and I hate the fact that I let it happen. I've tried so many times to convince myself that its not my fault.
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Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 1:40 AM UTC
Sickness
The feeling, and thought of you touching me makes my skin crawl. I feel sick with myself, and I hate the fact that I let it happen. I've tried so many times to convince myself that its not my fault.
tessa-marie
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Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 1:40 AM UTC
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