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Jul 2018
Stranger's hands wrapped around my neck,
ropes tightly tied around my hands & feet,
They pointed a gun to my head,
and their words pointed a knife to my heart.
As they **** me slowly infront of you,
my screams filled your ears,
the image of my tortured body
was stuck inside your head.
Your body was frozen in place
nothing to do while I was suffering
right infront of you.

  - yet you mourned for my death
collette
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collette  16/F/Philippines
(16/F/Philippines)   
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     Fawn and Logun Alexander Johnson
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