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Still, motionless, frozen in my skin.
I let out a dry scream, or attempt to.
Laying my head down.
Escape, I must, but my limbs revolt.
“No, no, no!” My soul bellows.
Cold floor. He leaves me, finally.
Erase the memory of sexual assault.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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