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I always thought if I told someone about my rape I would feel better, and the burden of my pain would be lifted but, I guess not. I told my friends who I deeply care and love for and they brushed it off like it was nothing, what I experienced was so insignificant to them that they didn’t care to pay attention or even ask if I was okay. I wanted to cry right then and there, I knew they heard me because they talked about someone who had been rumored to have been dated-raped. I was so upset I left, I walked back to my home crying. I’ve never wanted to die so badly in my life, it’s was like the pain of my raped was happening all over again. I think not only did the burden get more heavier but my will to live dipped into the lowest I ever been.

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