August 2011
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May 27th
“He told me I was pretty and he made me believe it.”
I know this feeling all too well.
I don’t want to feel anything anymore.
I just feel used. Like people can take what they want from me. They take what they need and leave the rest of me behind. Each person comes along and takes another piece. Eventually, I’ll be reduced to nothing.
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There goes another piece...
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