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Jul 2019
He ***** me.
He made me feel like I had to speak those ways.
He told me I was beautiful.
He said I was worth more.
I feel empty now.
I'm numb from the pain.
The images of guns to his head.
Cuts on his wrists.
They won't leave.
The cigarettes he would always send photos of.
He made me guilty.
I was forced to talk ****** to him.
He killed my feelings.
It is so hard to trust now.
He makes me feel useless.
The nudes he sent scar me.
I can never get it out my head.
He threatened to **** himself.
I'm lost in all the guilt.
I will never be clean again.
I feel *****.
I've never been *****.
What did I do to deserve this?
Paula Putnam
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Paula Putnam  18/F
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