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There wasn't much I could do because like she said, "the damage is already done". My efforts would be as time-wasting as a little mouse trying to eat a hawk, but I still tried. This person had snatched her life away, for every stroke brought her closer to her death Stroke number one weakened her identity Stroke number two erased her identity Stroke number three made her feel worthless And before there was time for another stroke, she was convinced that she was worthless Voice had no voice, for its mouth was being covered by every time she pleadingly and repeatedly cried "no" She finally understood what girls she clowned on felt when insisting "no means no"
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
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There wasn't much I could do because like she said, "the damage is already done". My efforts would be as time-wasting as a little mouse trying to eat a hawk, but I still tried. This person had snatched her life away, for every stroke brought her closer to her death Stroke number one weakened her identity Stroke number two erased her identity Stroke number three made her feel worthless And before there was time for another stroke, she was convinced that she was worthless Voice had no voice, for its mouth was being covered by every time she pleadingly and repeatedly cried "no" She finally understood what girls she clowned on felt when insisting "no means no"
frida-virrueta
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Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
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