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Nov 2014
I talked to him
He's not mad at me for feeling violated
I feel bad though
Both for what he did and for me not saying
no
Hands sliding under my favorite dress
Dance shorts (still on after the show)
pushed aside
The room was spinning
I wanted to leave, but I didn't say no
I have no right to feel violated

*but I do
Audrey
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