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This is something i wrote when i was 16, about my brother’s best friend who was 22 years older than me and sexually assaulted me for five years. i feel dirty in a way that i can’t wash off i feel dirty even after almost three years still feel dirty after almost five too no amount of soap in my mouth or scratching at my body with my nails, with brushes, with anything at hand, none of it makes me feel clean i want to be clean i remember being naive, thinking i was lucky, thinking „wow, so many people would love to be in the position that i am” „wow, how ungrateful can i be? that’s just how life is right?” after all nobody seemed to mind right? it’s not like my friends didn’t touch my waist and ass at parties so why shouldn’t he? i should be grateful right? he’s handsome, he has tattoos and a strong body and he’s so much older so why did it all feel wrong? it’s not like anyone reacted when he touched me, not like his fucking fiancé didn’t see so it’s okay right? i guess it must be so why do i feel so damn dirty? why did he do that to me? why did he ruin my body for me? i remember being so kind and nice, i remember being shy and innocent in a way that feels so foreign today now im mostly angry im angry at myself, angry at him, angry at the world and at every person that was around and didn’t seem to notice what he was doing to me why? the world seems like such a broken place now it seems like a place that i don’t want to be a part of why did my only protector let that awful men in my life? didn’t he know how he was? didn’t he know his own best friend? why did he let him near me i want to be angry at him the most but i can’t bring myself to feel that towards him after all he went through a lot too after all, he did so much to protect me already i want to be clean again i want to stop feeling his hands on my lower back and his lips on mine i want it all to stop why is it not stoping