The Bruises on my Arms

Photo by Marcos Paulo Prado on Unsplash

When I got raped, my brain ran away, slipped out the back door. Such a petulant thing, the mind, it analyzed the situation and was like Nope, I’m not having this. Bye losers. It’s for the best because I don’t know if I could have survived if I had experienced the assault…

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Stark Raving

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