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I want you to know that in time, you grow to understand that rape is something which happened to you. It is not who you are!

From my own experiences of more than 40 years ago, getting hit by that speeding effing bus which flattens us to the pavement, defies logic or reason. In the scheme of things, the bus did not belong on that warm soft sand on the beach, on the sidewalk or in the privacy of our rooms. It appeared, menacing headlights and windshield wipers cranked to max, dark without music and just fucking flattened us.

We do get up again, though. Bleeding, broken bones, tears of sadness, then rage, we find our voices and say..”NO. I refuse to drink the poison, hoping you will die!

NO. I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO LAY CLAIM TO ANOTHER IOTA IF MY SPIRIT!

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