Dear Rapists

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That Which lives inside is this:
Recoiling, recalling. Falling.

When did you decide to decide my fate with your parasitic tryst? You gave them a brush to tar me with
So that I’d be blamed for what you did.

I don’t want revenge.
I want nothing but love in your life
So you can REALLY SEE
How your bit of fun affected me

I wish you nothing and I wish you all:
Pain? I don’t, but ought to.
The only way I know
For best revenge, I wish you DAUGHTERS.

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