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I still remember the time that she molested me. I remember how parts of my body reacted to her touch against my will, betraying me. I was crying, telling her to stop, telling her that I hated it, telling her, “Please, I’m just a kid!” But she kept on stroking me with one hand and twisting my arms painfully behind my back with her other hand so that I had no chance of escaping, and soon I reached my limit. there was no choice. I didn’t want to, but I came. I came on her hand, and she smiled and wiped it off on my shirt. and she forever used that against me, to say that I was a liar and a pervert and that I liked what she did to me. she ruined me, she violated me, and I’ll never ever forgive her for that.

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