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Oct 2018
She looked at herself and thought,
"How did you get so engulfed that you'd lie for this man? Cry for this man? Even die for this man?"
She'd do whatever this man would will, she'd take an innocent life, she'd undoubtedly ****. She was so severely consumed by this man she'd follow him blindly, she'd need not a plan. This man covered her eyes to make sure the truth was never seen, this man covered her ears to make sure of the chanting whispers of freedom, she was never keen. This man kept her mouth shut so she couldn't taste sweet liberation, he had to ensure there'd be no escape contemplation. This man was the infernally worst but unfortunately now her life was infernally cursed.
Natalie Rivera
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Natalie Rivera  22/F/Bronx, NY
(22/F/Bronx, NY)   
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   Glassmuncher
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