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That seems the likely ending to this love story: me dropping everything and doing anything, devoted as a dog, as he takes and takes and takes.
Sometimes it feels like that’s all I’m doing every time I reach out—trying to haunt, to drag him back in time, asking him to tell me again what happened. Make me understand it once and for all. Because I’m still stuck here. I can’t move on.
There’s nothing stopping him from reaching in and grabbing whatever he wants. I’m special. I’m special. I’m special.
AHHHHHHHHHHH I CAN'T
The article says Strane groomed the girls. Groomed. I repeat the word over and over, try to understand what it means, but all I can think of is the lovely warm feeling I’d get when he stroked my hair.
She didn’t understand the horror of watching your body star in something your mind didn’t agree to.
No, none of this even applies to me. I wasn’t abused, not like that.
TOO REAL
Not to die, but to already be dead.
