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𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲.
I could feel the mesh digging into me, my skin exposed through the holes as they took various pictures.
They said if I told anyone, they'd show everyone.
I hate these uniforms...
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𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲.
They made me crawl for it. Said if I wanted to be "a person" again, I had to pose like the desperate pig I am.
Spread while they clicked that camera...
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𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲.
The other girls did it again...
They stole all my clothes except for this ridiculously short skirt...
It barely covers my behind at all, and I can feel the air on my skin when I walk...
The other girls know. I see it in how they don't look at me. Or how they look too long. Like I'm marked. Like I'm property now. Someone's broken thing that can be borrowed.
I'm not a girl anymore. Not really. Girls don't know these things. Don't want them. Don't wake up wet from nightmares they can't tell anyone about because the shame tastes like copper pennies.
A different way. Inside where I didn't know I could be hurt.
He said I liked it. I must have. My body did that thing—tight, hot, confused. I hated him. I wanted him to do it again so I could understand why. The second time I didn't bleed. That was worse.
[𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖞 𝕰𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖞 - 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖓𝖊 𝕴 𝕹𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖂𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝕬𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓]
I used to not understand why the older girls giggled. Why they locked the bathroom door longer than necessary. I was stupid. I was clean.
I want someone to break me completely so I don't have to pretend I'm not already broken. I want to be someone's pet, someone's dirty little secret, someone's shame. I want to be forced to like it so I don't have to admit I already do.











