my story about sexual harassment
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Do you know how it felt when i was there with you sitting under concrete at the couch on that day.
Do you know how it felt when you were saying those things about me and how I look.
Picture
Have to get his picture
don’t know his name
never seen him before today
He needs to be punished
They won’t put in the effort without a name
He told me I was “pretty” as he brushed my bangs back.
He told me I should be “his” as he wrapped his arm around me tightly.
Cute, right?
