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dear those who take what was not given:


why would you ever dare to touch me

with your dark mind and dirty hands?

now my energy feels tainted

i feel small, hopeless

 

men like you think women are consumable

men like you think women are property

men like you think i owe you, because i was nice

because i laughed,

because i gave you a ride home

because i smiled out of fear

because i decided to have joy

 

so men like you thought it was okay to touch,

to try something out that was completely unwanted

to take from somebody who is competing with herself to be whole

men like you should rot in hell

men like you make it hard for people like me to believe in good

to be confident, without feeling like a threat to my own being

 

you are a piece of sh**.

go f*** yourself.

 

 

 

-Signed: The girl you took from.

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