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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 knew a boy named Damien who harassed me whenever we were alone for years. At ten, he tried to take off my shirt despite my protests. In the struggle, he ripped my sleeve and saw my self-harm scars, then suddenly backed off and left the room. The next day, our teacher said he had moved away for an unknown reason. I can’t shake the feeling that I scared him off, and it pains me to think I drove him away.