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One morning she woke up on A dirty,wet floor... As her mind was overflowind with wonders And filled with countless questions Trying to figure out what had happened to her... She saw blood flowing down her legs her heart was on a race,beating amazingly fast...She cried Her body was bruised,she was ***** and tortured,because she didnt know the pepertrator,she kept it to herself..... What do you think happend next? SUICIDE!
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 5:02 PM UTC
**** shouldnt be a secrete
One morning she woke up on A dirty,wet floor... As her mind was overflowind with wonders And filled with countless questions Trying to figure out what had happened to her... She saw blood flowing down her legs her heart was on a race,beating amazingly fast...She cried Her body was bruised,she was ***** and tortured,because she didnt know the pepertrator,she kept it to herself..... What do you think happend next? SUICIDE!
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 5:02 PM UTC
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