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I was violated. My body was used as a pleasure toy. So now, I know no pleasure of my own. Every mere touch, embrace, kiss, Sends me into states of panic from which I cannot escape. Before you say, “oh maybe it was what you were wearing”, I was violated, In a school uniform.
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Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
It was what you were wearing.
I was violated. My body was used as a pleasure toy. So now, I know no pleasure of my own. Every mere touch, embrace, kiss, Sends me into states of panic from which I cannot escape. Before you say, “oh maybe it was what you were wearing”, I was violated, In a school uniform.
#assault #victim #hope
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22/F/Malta
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
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