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Oct 2014
You rejected me when I offered you ***.
But here I walk into your ******* mess.
The ******* images were of little teens.
They legitally looked the age of thirteen.

I text you and confront you.
You replied and sounded so happy.
I just lost my mind.
I flipped.
I through all of your ****.

I punched things.
Kicked things.
Stabbed things.
I even cut and made my ownself bleed.

Finally I just screamed.
I fell down to my knees.
I kept asking god to just take me please.
Only the begining. I have yet to finish.
Sadie S
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Sadie S
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