Agony
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MatureComplete Sun, Feb 3, 201950m
My #metoo story. It's everything that's happened. It's things I'm scared to say. It's the tears, pain, and my agony. It's the death of me.
(TW: rape, sexual assault, self harm, choking, idk physical abuse. I don't think I'm missing anything but if I am let me know)
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