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Aug 2021
I never runaway
I was kidnapped
I was being tortured
My flesh are being pierced
I was being burned alive
My mind was corrupted
My captors are invisible
But does it mean they are made up?
All you did is to blame it to me like
The hell i've been was all my fault
Stephanie
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Stephanie  23/F/Not-so-wonderland
(23/F/Not-so-wonderland)   
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