I was sexually assaulted by my best friend when we were 8. I don't know why it took so long to notice this but it happened. We would always play this game

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I was s******* assaulted by my best friend when we were 8. I don’t know why it took so long to notice this but it happened. We would always play this game that we were “boyfriend and girlfriend”. She humped my private and orgasmed. I felt something to, but not a good feeling. I felt bad and scared. Her twin, (who was playing too) just stood there in the corner watching. I was clearly uncomfortable, but no. She just stood there and watched her TWIN and I have s** (technically). I remember they went home and I cried for hours. We did it again and again and again. I was scared. I think that is what caused my depression. It has been 4 years. I am 12 and feel dirty and regretful. Even though they are gone, that memory has never left me. -Anonymous.

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when i lay on my stomach i am reminded of my vulnerability
i can feel the breeze kiss the spots on my back that only
you and the sun are familiar with.
it doesn’t tickle as much as it did the first night you stayed over.
it’s a familiar feeling.
and while it kills me,
deep down i am thankful to know that you will never know what my back looks like
as the seasons change.
you will forget where each and every freckle stays
you will miss the tan lines left by the harsh rays of summer
and the fairness of winter against my skin.
the last time you’ve seen my back was when I left you
and i am both terrified and proud that you will never know my vulnerability again.
-KQ

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