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Jan 2019
The thoughts that run through my head.the darken they get the more fear I feel as my body shiffers tears flow down my face the more I need to run but can't move. The longer I'm stuck in this the darker and dangerous it becomes...heeelp as I think I'm screaming for help to be released why can you not hear me why will you not help. Break me free from mind this is a prison I'm a prisoner with in myself.
Jenny
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Jenny  43/F/Florida
(43/F/Florida)   
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     Fawn and Perry
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