Hurt
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Complete Sat, Aug 15, 202018m
In some way people are messed up. It always hurts and sometimes you feel like nothing is okay anymore. I, Lilith McKellner can relate. Because when I was about fourteen, I was asked to grow up faster than I wanted to. Because I caused pain to someone very dear to me and it hurt.
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