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Heart beating, now pounding against my chest fast, trying desperately to leap out.
Sweat dripping down my face, hot tears coming down.
Anger coursing through all my features.
Bloody knuckles from punching the wall.
Bruises and scars all over my body from past memories and experiences, that won't go away.
And knifes on my back, ready to stab someone and leak some blood.
I'm Roxanne.......But you can call me Roxy......and this is my story.
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