I hate being so so so filthy, my body constantly being retracted into scenarios I don’t wanna relive and yet I can’t say NO. why can’t I say no? Why why why I don’t know I don’t know but I hate it I hate that they take my silence as permission, they take my squirming as pleasure and my stuttering as flusteredness. I am SICK and you know that you know I’m sick and you know you know you know and I hate that I liked it. I really hate it. I can’t live like this.
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