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A Letter to My Rapist

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You may not remember me but I honestly don’t give a damn, ‘cause either way what you do or don’t remember won’t ever change what happened and unlike you I can never forget.

You raped me. You stole what was supposed to be a happy, consensual moment in my life. You know for the longest time I couldn’t even think about that night or what happened.

Actually, for three days, I was in denial about the whole thing. But as I went over the events of that night with a friend, I finally broke down sobbing as he gently told me, “Jazz, you were raped.” Then, I spent the rest of that January and 2016 spiraling and becoming increasingly self-destructive because I couldn’t help but feel that it was all my fault.

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