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Last night the personal space of a girl wasted was taken away by a wasted boy who thought it was ok to slip his hand in her pants in disrespect of the room he was in Last night an old friend was called upon to mend the wounds of a girl left on the bathroom floor unable to control the tremors inside and a fountain rising out of her Last night I laid witness to the perpetuation of what we now call **** culture" and even if it was not **** because he did not penetrate her she still did not want anyone but her touching what was rightfully hers Last night a girl was told that it was partly her fault because she decided she wanted to be drunk and I forgot to lock the door to my room where I had put her to bed so she could sleep. Last night a girl was told it was her fault and it was not
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC
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Last night the personal space of a girl wasted was taken away by a wasted boy who thought it was ok to slip his hand in her pants in disrespect of the room he was in Last night an old friend was called upon to mend the wounds of a girl left on the bathroom floor unable to control the tremors inside and a fountain rising out of her Last night I laid witness to the perpetuation of what we now call **** culture" and even if it was not **** because he did not penetrate her she still did not want anyone but her touching what was rightfully hers Last night a girl was told that it was partly her fault because she decided she wanted to be drunk and I forgot to lock the door to my room where I had put her to bed so she could sleep. Last night a girl was told it was her fault and it was not
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC
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