Clocks, hourglasses, and sundials represents the passage of time. It is a reminder that our days our numbered. The clock never stops ticking for the mortal.
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“It has been 8 years and I still think about it every single day. I get anxiety when driving at night or in bad whether or if other people are in the car. I’ve recently started receiving some therapy, and it has helped a bit, but at this point I can’t imagine not feeling guilty.”
“Realizing as the acid wore off that this was in fact not a dream, as I originally suspected. And the stack of previously illegible pages of charges and huge bail sum that I thrown all over the cell was probably important.”
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“Later we found out what was happening was she was actually having an epileptic seizure. That was after she bit his dick off, and I mean she bit it right clean off.”
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I was assaulted and it still affects me. It’s going to still affect her. It will affect you. Just remember that she’s going to need you more than she wants to tell you, this might have been an event she had to carry by herself.
I have a tendency to spend time with guys who just don’t seem to get it. Who don’t understand why I grab my closest girl friend when I need to use the bathroom at the club. Who don’t understand why I call them late at night when I’m walking through dark streets alone.
On August 13, 2016, my life changed forever. Actually, my life began. I was reborn. Only nine months prior, I had just gotten out of my fifth treatment center. And now, finally, I was truly happy.
To me today being a victim of rape means; not trusting men, being scared of affection, hating sex, a lot of angst, wanting to be alone, and feeling spiteful of men. I will forever have it at the back of my memory, just for it to haunt me now and again.