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Dec 2017
I never asked for it
the touch,
the comment,
the harassment.

I never desired for it
the pester,
the stare,
the ******.

I never wished for it,
the assault,
the blood,
the death.
Written by
Madhu Jakkula  24/F/India
(24/F/India)   
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