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6d
im beaten with a bat. 
it plumets my small round figure
but before i can even react 
im thrown into a crowd of people.
most of whom would risk their lives
to catch me if i fall. 
but before long
 they're the ones who beat me. 
and the old abusers have become my friend.
Cass
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Cass  14/Gender Questioning/America
(14/Gender Questioning/America)   
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   Lumin Guerrero
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