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Osmosing through planes of depravity. I
lose the will to look at myself in the
mirror each morning, existence disgusts
me. The things I've endured could bring a
grown man to his knees. A girl who will
never become a woman, who will never
understand "love" or purity or anything of
the sort. Shit on my face and make me
beautiful, lick it clean and call me dirty. I
am sick.

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