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Dec 2018
I'm too dangerous he said,
while i stared at the bruises that he left on me,
or the mental trauma he had caused me.

It's like all i've ever been good for is to be used, and abused and spat on and chewed.
Written by
Nyssa
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     Allison Wonder and Fawn
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