Not me at all...

I was raped by my "uncle," they would have called it molestation but I never said a word until he was already working his way through both of his kids. I was touched on by a female relative when I was so young I didn't even recognize or realize it until twenty years later.

When I was twenty though, a...
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Doors open, oven is on, stones in my pockets and the water is warm. Engine is running, time to take a seat. Stomach full of pills and this wine is sweet. Can't leave yet, can't go now, its been a week and she still hasn't told me to go fuck myself.

Today I turned 40. One more milestone closer to being thrown in the trash when I finally die. Also another inescapable milestone to being thoroughly undateable by an ever growing landscape of possible insignificant others.

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