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Aug 2020
how the ****
am I suppose to
have self esteem
when
my fathers best friend
took every ounce of it

how the ****
am I suppose to
trust someone
when
my own parents
sent me into that house

how the ****
am I suppose to
not be fuucked up
from this?

I feel empty
I feel sad
I am sorry
Her
Written by
Her  27/F/everywhere else
(27/F/everywhere else)   
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     Benzene and X
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