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Mar 2017
I feel as if I am being sexually molested by an invisible force, trapping me in chains. Though tiresome and alone, life sends a sense of distain. Brought upon me as it whispers insults through my right ear, fingers stroking my cheek while I shed a tear.
Chloe Zafonte
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Chloe Zafonte  22/F/United States
(22/F/United States)   
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