fifteen

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this is directed to someone who would never hear it. never see how he affected me, how he destroyed me.

he assaulted me that night. 

he took my dignity, 

and the only sense of self i had left. 

he took away everything 

made it seem like my fault.

he took it all so many years ago 

and i still suffer the consequences

while he lives his best life. 

why me

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