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Jul 2017
I'm a revolving door.
pushed around and stepped on until I'm dizzy and sore.

Used only for your own benefit.
And then you say words that make me feel like ****.
Realization of the people around me. It's tiring to keep going through this endless cycle of being thrown around and used. It hurts.
Fritzi Melendez
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Fritzi Melendez  23/F/Texas
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