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I was tramitized, dehumanized, ridiculed, stripped of my manhood, lost all thought of hope and self,and robbed of everything. And now I have to pick up the pieces all alone I am no one now but because of my past I now know who I vow to be unlucky number 3 you will never be seeing me again for my past you will stay and my future you shall be trampled by.

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