Today in the shower I decided something, I'm not an attachment, I'm not connected to what happened at the hip. I do not belong to it. It is my body, and it belongs to be. It is my attachment, and some time or another I'm going to have to let it go. Someone told me once I hold too much baggage. so here I am. Sitting in my room, crying my eyes out, telling the person I thought I love I want them to go, because I have to let go and care for myself. I know I have to do this for myself. I only wish it didn't hurt this bad.
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My rape story
Non-FictionI'm writing this I don't care what people think anymore I just want to get it out. Right now. I'll most likely never use this account again because of embarrassment but I'm getting this out. Finally letting it all out for hopefully letting people se...
