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May 2018
I think
The worst part
Is not the evil act itself
But
The robbing of choice
Remembering it is.
You wanted to know. I never wanted to remember. I can't stop. I've never thought of myself as a victim, but I can't help feeling like one now, now its coming out. The rage, the pity. I want to tell you all- this doesn't belong to you. This was my ***** little secret.
Wind Lass
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Wind Lass  26/F/Melbourne, Aus.
(26/F/Melbourne, Aus.)   
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