Would you like to Fix me?

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I ran. Faster than I thought my feet could Carry me. Rain is pouring on my body as I raced across my family's farm not knowing where my legs are taking me. Hopefully somewhere far away from this living hell. I rubbed away the painful tears as they came down my face one by one. I never looked back. And I'm never going back.

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