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Aug 2014
I was found, in a street. I wasn't lost, just alone. I had gotten taken, against my will, how could someone do this to me? It disgusts me how much they wanted my body for their own need. I'm scared, Alone, thinking Why? Why did this happen, Why did they do it?
Then I realise, this is just some sick game, a game they created.
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LoveIsReal  Stratford
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