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Dec 2019
the door is shut again, locked
the stench of chlorine and blood
my own.
he's hurt me again
there is a fire between my legs
i don't know if he will ever stop

where is my sister?
what if he's hurt her too?



...i hope he kills me.
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em  20/Non-binary/California
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