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Oct 2020
My hands trembled as I gripped the remaining pieces of me.
It's not like I wanted this.
I didn't ask to be broken,
I didn't ask to be left behind.
My legs shook as I tried to stand my own ground.
Only to get pushed down.
Kicked and cut,
Touched
And left to die.
Tell me,
Am I *****?
Rita
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Rita  19/F
(19/F)   
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   MS Anjaan
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