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Apr 2019
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, β€œoh maybe it was what you were wearing”,
I was violated,
In a school uniform.
#assault #victim #hope
Emma
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Emma  15/F/Malta
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