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We are all deeper than our outside appearance, so why do people run when they start to see parts of ourselves that we only reveal to few others?

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His crime? He said that he didn’t want to have sex with me that night.

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I’m twenty-two and my inbox is full of red hot, scalding hatred. “Go to hell,” reads the latest email. “I hate you. I hope I never have to speak to you again.” I cannot bring myself to reply.