I mourn on the 5th of June ... I have now for 3 years. The date i was brutally raped. Its like something dies. Almost like mourning for someone close to you. And i mourning for the death of a part of me. I seem to think about it in a way that i need to put flowers somewhre for what was taken away x Almost to say rest in peace to me. A part of me died and i'll never be me again.
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