Crime

Hello, You know who you are and you know what you did. Did hugging me in the office reception not satisfy you enough that you had to shove you hand down my jeans and try to claim what wasn't yours? Did the months of lying to HR and the police make you feel happy? because you managed to get away with just a slap on the wrist. Did the path you lead me down satisfy you? You lead me astray i thought it was normal to be grabbed after you got away with it, I thought it was normal to be raped, assaulted and used as a piece of meat for mens satisfaction. Did the blood dripping down my arms and thighs bring colour to you world? Did my suicide attempt finally help you breath? I have been giving a second chance and I am not letting you take that away from me, I am not letting...
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Learning I'm an empath. This explains so much. What it doesn't explain is how after 23 years of you constantly invading my heart, soul, mind, the 5 years total of you invading my body, I realized something. I was manipulated by you. Your feelings became mine, I squashed my doubts and swallowed my "I'm not ready yet," just to make you "happy." That turned into 3 years of unprotected exploitation. Only God had my back, those things you did to me you did with others... Four years ago, I finally said, "no." I was ready to finally walk away, I had closure. Two years prior, I re-entered into a relationship with you, AGAIN, knowing you were not really mine. Your shiny, steel band winking on that finger, your wife next to you, approving, saying she enjoyed the "break" and that he wouldn't...
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“I Wish You to Live Forever” On December 11, 2018 on the corner of Ave. Y and West 2nd Street in Gravesend, Brooklyn, NY,11223 at approx 8 am In my opinion, you performed, by far, the most reckless and cowardice act any human can do to another. You stole from teenage-twin-boys, their only parent. Their rock. Their everything in life. All the family and friends who will never hear that laugh again. That laugh we know and love, and how she smiled no matter how bad life was to her. That angel's name is Francine LaBarbara. You mauled her with your vehicle to the degree, that one witness said, at first he thought it was a garbage bag in the street. Then he saw her beautiful hand and hair. Without even looking back, you fled like the coward you are. You had the One chance to...
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Dear Herman, I almost never say your name out loud. Last I heard, a couple of weeks ago, you were sick and the doctors don't think you are going to make it. I was happy when I heard this because I wanted nothing more than for you to lie in the grave you dug for yourself as your demons dragged you to hell, but then I felt bad, but you don't get to make me feel bad anymore. You did horrible unspeakable things to me. You entered my body and ruined my soul for years. I can still hear the jingle of your belt sometimes or some days I catch a whiff of your cologne. You know what I remember most, my knees popped all the time probably from the amount of time I spent on them thanks to your perverted fantasies. I was a kid, I was confused and I didn't know what to do. I held this rage...
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It's hard when your constantly living in fear. Fear after being tortured. Fear after being raped. For eight months I have had no justice. No life. No happiness. You stole my freedom, my voice. But you didn't steal my soul. You raped my body not my loving soul. You may run from this forever, but you have to go on living with the guilt of what you done to an innocent woman who did nothing but care for you. It's a joke to you now because the police have the inability to find you Antony. I still think of when it happend; i'll never forget. It will haunt me till the day I die, the fear I felt and experienced is one no twenty year old woman should feel. Its safe to say you physiologically damaged me to the point where I am numb in everyday life. I never feel happiness anymore but i'm...
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*This letter contains a subject which some readers may find disturbing. It is unsuitable for under 18 or anyone who is easily offended* A letter For the sole attention of D...
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To the parents of St. Mike’s sexual assailants: Don’t worry, your boys will be fine. Their sentences will be meager, their identities protected, and they will go on to be leaders and Supreme Court judges. They will soar high in the sky, on their broomsticks.
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I want to tell Americans about terrorist thats living in USA for almost 15 years or so. The name of the person is called Jane Trajkovski. Born in Bitola I believe in 1976 in area called Genimale. Jane Trajkovski was one of the main people that was organizing the people to go and protest in front of US embassy in Skopje. He and the group of 20 other people were going from University to University and calling people to come down and go in front of US embassy. In case somebody didnt go down, was called chicken , and other bad names. During those protest US embassy was burned. The people who organize this thing had very strong ties with Arkan, terrorist who work for Miloshevich. Strange the same people didnt go to protest in front of Serbian Embassy in Skopje, when Arkan was killing Muslim...
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As a woman who was sexually assaulted by a man who had assaulted more than one woman before me I want enlighten you to what happens when you decide to keep silent. The very first message it sends to your attacker is that it really wasn't a big deal and without having to face any consequences for his actions it opens the door for him to feel like it was ok for him to do that once so it must be ok to continue to do it over and over. Without ever having to face any accusations or consequences you are sending a very dangerous message to all the sexual predators out there. And by not speaking up and filing a report as soon as possible after the attack you are failing to do your part to protect other women from falling victim to the same predator as you. While you may not get a conviction from...
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To whom it may concern, My name is Lennie James. I am a 42-year-old father of three. I grew up in south-west London. I was brought up by a single mother. I was orphaned at 10, lived in a kids' home until I was 15 and was then fostered. I tell you this not to claim any special knowledge of how you've grown, but to explain how I have, and from where I draw my understanding. I want to talk to you about the knife you're carrying in your belt or pocket or shoe. The one you got from your mum's kitchen or ordered online or robbed out of the camping shop. The knife you tell yourself you carry for protection, because you never know who else has got one. I want to talk to you about what that knife will do for you. If you carry it, the chances are you will be called on to use it. It is a...
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