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| At the moment i dont want a hand to hold, I dont want to be touched in any way! I dont want anybody to reach out to me and ask me if I am okay, I am not cause on the inside already dead! these tears i cry every night are the wounds healing bringing me back to life. dont tell me I am beautiful because I wont believe a word you say! I dont want to be owned because i already am because my Sir and Miss wont let me go very easily!
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