Something wrong

9 Jul

There is something wrong in trying to sleep with the guy who would have raped me if there was no door to close on his face.

There is something wrong in trying to defend him after that happened.

We are just two lonely people using each other because we can keep a secret.

He is in love with his best friend who seems to be completely ignoring his affections.

I am in love with no one.

I should be running away from him because of what he tried to do, but instead I’m running for condoms whenever he asks to go somewhere that has a working lock in the door.

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