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Oct 2019
And as he hit me again and again
Bruises began to grow in my lungs
But, I never had the thought of escaping or defending myself
Instead, I thought that maybe I deserve it.
I deserved to abused.
Written by
Stained Glass  17/F
(17/F)   
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