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A Guide to Losing Yourself in Six Easy Steps

by jfrank0816

One. When you remember what happened to you as a child, Ignore it. It probably doesn't mean much anyway After all, You're probably just using it as an excuse to get away with murder You're probably just making it up for attention. Two. When a boy fondles you in your church boiler room, Do not tell anyone. Since you froze up Did not say no The best case scenario Is that they will make you "talk it out" And tell you it is your Christian duty to forgive him The worst case scenario Is that your formerly mutual friends will brand a scarlet letter to your chest And you make it your personal mission to live up to that label. Three. If you have sex before marriage, Do not let anyone find out. If you have sex with multiple people before marriage, Hide it under lock and key. If you have casual sex with multiple people before marriage, You can forget about going to heaven. Four. When you have become the perfect liar and whore, Do not get assaulted. You know what I said about no one believing you? Increase that times one hundred thousand. The only difference is this time Not even the ones you love the most Will take you seriously. You'll get your morning dosage Of slut-shaming And "what were you wearing?" The nightly pill shoved down your throat "He was in a bad place." Five. When he texts you four months later Saying he hasn't tried to kill himself in quite a while When you read the word "sorry" in a public bathroom Say you're okay. Do not say you are bulimic And that where his hands went that night Or the text messages that made you fear for your safety Had anything to do with your own perfectly calculated mental breakdown. Six. When your church talks about purity, Nod like the rest of the robots. Smile, because you are their concrete example Of who not to become. Why do they care more about the sex you have Than the sex that was forced upon you? They say trauma has a stronger link to addiction Than obesity does to diabetes Do they ever stop to wonder If just maybe, I am addicted to everything I hate? They will tell me I have nothing new to add to the discussion So they can silence me But I have my story A story that is mine and I control The ending.
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