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Mar 2016
One morning she woke up on
A *****,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!
Written by
wendy maqwazima  capetown
(capetown)   
317
   Vanessa Gatley
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