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Mar 2015
Oh my god I'm going crazy he locked me in this **** house I can't leave I'm locked I feel like I am anyway I ******* hate him he should feel my ******* pain its his fault my life has gone to **** and he calls me a slute and **** **** him for real.
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Desiree Jackson
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Desiree Jackson  Burlington Iowa
(Burlington Iowa)   
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