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May 2014
JDC
There is no more freedom.
I am ugly, or so she says.
Worthless, her favorite word.

Broken.
She laughs when I cry.
Why?

What's wrong with me?
Am I not good enough?
Amanda Woolums
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Amanda Woolums  Neverland
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