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Jun 2015
"See you tomorrow"
as if he hadn't just killed me and left me barely alive,
as if he hadn't just left me agonizing,
as if I'd be able to walk with all the pain in my inner thigh…

Looking at my ****** in the eye

How the **** are you unashamed?
What even made you think it was okay ?
Am I suppose to wear a "Don't touch" sign ?

Why'd you have to turn my own mother against me ?
Why'd you have to make me feel like I had no control over my own body?
Can't you see that I'm private property?

As if I'd be able to see after this,
as if I'd be able to even have the desire to feel after this,
as if I'd be capable of seeing the sun shine on its brightest days after this…

My body won't have any capability after this,
My body was no longer mine after this...
Frida Virrueta
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