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#MeToo

Sometimes the closest people to us hurt us the most.

By Jessa MaePublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Sometimes I miss my best friend, and all the things we used to do.

Then I remember, my best friend became my #MeToo.

Yesterday just happened to be her birthday.

But yesterday wasn’t the first day

That I thought about our worst day

I still hope I wasn’t your worst lay.

Even though I said no.

Your so called boyfriend wouldn’t let me go.

I felt so damn violated.

Our friendship was annihilated.

You didn’t help or defend me.

Why the hell did you even befriend me?

He took my shoes, he took my phone

And locked me in a room so I couldn’t go home.

He really just wanted to see me with you.

You didn’t end it, you became my #MeToo.

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