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I used to know a boy named Damien who harassed me whenever he caught me alone. This went on for years. When I was about ten, he decided to try to take off my shirt. I repeatedly told him no and fought to keep it on. In the struggle, he ripped my sleeve. He saw my scars from self-harm and suddenly backed off, running out of the room. The next day, our teacher announced he'd moved away for an unknown reason. To this day, I can’t shake the feeling that I scared him off, and it pains me to think I'm so disgusting that I drove him away.

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I used to know a boy named Damien who harassed me relentlessly whenever he caught me alone. This torment went on for years, an unending cycle of humiliation and fear. When I was about ten, he crossed a line and attempted to take off my shirt. I repeatedly told him no, desperately fighting to keep it on. In the struggle, he tore my sleeve, and then he saw the scars on my arm from self-harm. Suddenly, he backed off and ran out of the room, leaving me in shock. The next day, our teacher announced that he had moved away for an undisclosed reason. To this day, I can’t shake the haunting feeling that I scared him off, and it pains me deeply to think that perhaps I am so disgusting that I drove him away. Did my scars frighten him? Did I somehow repulse him into fleeing? The questions linger like shadows in my mind, a reminder of a painful past that I try to forget.