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One. You're asking me if I whould just except death, after you yelled at me to do and except every thing that the man im forced to belong to, is telling me to do and decide me to do.

Two, you asked if I dont have will to live and if I'm not afraid to die. But how will I die without living? What I have is the same as being a dol, I can't have opinions and I can't do anything. I have to let you do all you want to me.

I'm a slave at this point. I'm an object for man. I'm a women. And for you and everyone else, I'm a pleasure toy and a baby machine, and also a painting to for display.

How will you feel if you were an object? I was never living anyway, I might as well let you kill me.

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