I never really thought that I had been violated until last Saturday. I mean, I kind of thought that you violated my soul with your lies, and drugs, but I think I was wrong. At home asleep in my bed after a night of laughing and drinking, my apartment was warm and comforting with no one there but me. Breaking down my door was bad enough, and I could deal with the loss of the television that I recieved as a graduation gift, and the stereo that you gave me just for being me, and the diamond ear rings that you loved glittering in my ears, not to mention all the money I had. But whoever it was not only stole all those things, but also took my peace, comfort and courage. It would be so easy to run home to Mommy and Daddy, tell them that I'm scared, and that I don't want to go back. But...the thought that sickened me the most, was that when I rose to discover that my haven had been blasphemized, the only thing that I could think about was that I wished you were there to make everything okay. Then I cried.
Reason for writing:
I was robbed this weekend, I wanted someone there to protect me, and there wasn't.
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