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Sometimes I hate you.
Sometimes I blame you for how fucked up I became last year.

Day after day I told myself it wasn't a big deal.
Day after day I told myself you were just in a bad place.
Day after fucking day

I came over that day because you told me you wanted to die.
I was trying to help you.
I wanted to be a good person. 

But you

You
Took it as an invitation to grab my ass.
You 
Held me against your bed.
You
Laughed at me when I said "no".
You 
Told me it was a game
You
Put your hands around my throat
You
Threatened me.

And still I am sorry, I am still so so sorry for what happened.

But you put me into a position of fear and hate.
I will never go back there.
And you can never hurt me again.