And after he finishes, the adrenaline stops. I am left all alone, all alone with my thoughts. The memories come flooding back, and suddenly I am young again. Suddenly it's hard to pretend that I am okay. At that moment I am just a girl; defenseless, confused, and seeking refuge in my own little world.
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Letter To My Past Self
NonfiksiThese are several short stories about my life. There are several triggers such as rape and PTSD.
