days after it happened and that 5 days had been dazy. I didn't know
what I was doing and my mind just ran that scene over and over again.
After that I tried to push it away and didn't want to remember what
happen. Usually if it's something scary, memorble, you would remember
it forever. But this...I don't remember if it happened once or twice
or the details. It was bad.
I had been sexually assaulted in 5th grade. At the back entrance of my
grandmother's apartment.
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