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Hands.
You still feel them, don’t you? Every spot they touched still felt disgustingly warm, the feeling of their fingertips lingered on your skin, even after their disappearance.
You look at your hands, could they have stopped it from happening? Was it your fault?
Well you think it is, so does it matter what I say?
But what could you have done? You were young and vulnerable, they were cunning and dangerous. The way they held you, the way they spoke to you, it felt real, didn’t it?
Stare at your hands again, don’t you feel it? They are still there, holding your hands like they always did. But you don’t like that, do you?
Liar.
You claim to shun them but still yearn for their touch. Their satisfaction, their validation, their presence.
Now clench your hands, do you feel the way your fingernails dig into your skin, the same way theirs dug into yours.
You never want to admit what they did was wrong, yet if they were to raise a hand with no ill intent you would still flinch, wouldn’t you?