I can feel his hands all over,
The slimy feeling that can't be washed away,
The depression that is like a cloud that never goes away,
The nightmares that can never go away,
The place that is supposed be a comfort zone turns into a living nightmare,
You never think it would happen to you,
You thought you could trust him,
Looking over your shoulder at every movement.
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