He raped me

He raped me.  He raped me he raped me he raped me he raped me.    It doesn’t matter that he’s all my friends friend.  That he was my friend. That he’s nice.  That he has a beautiful smile.  That he’s a teacher.  That he’s a poet.  That we were on a date.  That he loves children.  That he’s attractive.  That he speaks beautifully.  That he speaks out against violence.  That he was drunk.  He raped me.

He raped me he raped me he raped me.

He.  Raped.  Me.

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