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Jan 2023
Why did we stop here?
How did I get here?
I always rebuked slavery....
no I didn't earn any money for my flesh
the ones who set me up and pushed me here
did
I never saw any of the movies I never consented to
when I was spiked with delirants
and pushed into a room
with a bunch of misogynists
the only reason i performed
my superconscious mind remembered what you did last time
when i was 4 or 5 or 6 years old
how could the slapped child articulate that
now can you give it arr rest ?
none of my friends were friends
they were Rachel cHandlers
the middle classes don't care with their stuck up noses in the air
Rachel Lady Durand
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Rachel Lady Durand  F/Ireland
(F/Ireland)   
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