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Him

by @Lieke

How could I, Let myself be oblivious, Miss all the red flags, Ignore the warnings the universe was sending me. I got cut. A million shreds of pain stuck into me. The way he looks at me glues to my hair. His words became needles thread through my skin. His touch on my body became tattoos of pressure. Seeing him alive became my biggest fear. I want to peel off my skin, Start over again. Untouched, Unharmed, Un-youed. So I bought a new bra, And rebooted a brand new me. But no matter how new I am, No matter how many bras I buy, I keep falling back. You've got me leashed. Trapping me, Until I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
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Written by
Lieke
20 / F / Netherlands
Published
Jan 26, 2019
Time
2m
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18 January, 2019

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#sexualassault#assault#him#rape#rapist#scars#hurt#cut#pain
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