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by Dianaaa

when people see me, they don't see me they see this curse that took its time to develop inside me, and had my body nurture it and watch it grow and multiply only for it come back and bite me in the ass. my curse is one that i share with millions, it is a sly, manipulative devil which takes every bit of you till you are no more. so when people look at me, they see an empty vessel which has been overthrown by an evil dictator. one subjected to pain and torture day in and day out. but that is not me, i, instead am a soldier, one who fights battles everyday. i refuse to sit back and watch my life pass me by.. i will be a survivor.
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