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please, no


BAMB! was that the door? I heard my heart thud in my chest. my chest, so shaken up, my throat so hard to swollow. clinching. my hands and teeth. just hearing the scream. PLEASE STOP! only words I speak, but only speak in my head. they try to escape but too bitter, too sweet? what's sweet? not me he says. Filthy. Dirty. ROTTEN! a disgrace, a shame. why, who, and for what? I have no one to blame, but, myself is seeing the light I try to hide from the pain but only to find dark. the dark is creeping deeper inside me and I struggle, I scratch, I plead, I BEG! NO MORE PLEASE! please, no more of the dark fills my eyes. more of the light slips from my grasp I want to find my way out. harder to breathe now harder to see now harder to hold on to life itself was what I wanted most. to life itself I cant' hol....
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