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Victoria you foolish girl, why do this to yourself?

You are an idiotic child, Victoria.

Who taught you to live like this?

Hmm,?”

My mind was destroying me with questions I couldn't answer. It was taunting me with every bit of detail that roamed the Pty walls of my life. It whispered dirty, dirty secrets I never wanted to hear from my past, it surfaced all the grim and disgusting faces of the past and the hurt I had as a child. It became all too real.

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