I hoped the last time would be the last time

I never wanted to be raped.
I just want to be loved.
Nothing will ever be the same again.
And I'm still fighting feeling worthless and disgusting.
Please let this be the last time.
I don't think I can handle this again.
Why did I freeze?
Why couldn't I fight?

This poem is about: 
Me

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