"Did he try to rape you?"
"Yes."
"Did he succeed?"
"Yes..." she trailed off. "Are you mad because of that?"
"Of course I am."
"Are you mad that I am hurt and afraid and violated or are you mad because he touched something you think is yours?"
—you two are just the same then
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Through The Noise
PoetryUntold stories about the noise who fell inlove with silence.
