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Your Disrespectful my love life

Your Disrespectful my love life

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Hi,my name is Tyler Johnanne Graves I'm 18 years old and my boyfriend is roc royal hes really abusive hes raped me before nobody knows but my bestfriend Jourdon shes dating Princeton rocs best friend princeton doesn't know that roc abuses me Jourdon is always telling me to leave but I can't leave cause he says if I leave then he'll kill me when he hurts me he just leaves then goes to one of his popcorn hoes then the next he says sorry like if ur sorry that means u won't do it again but u still do it.
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my name is Alexis... Alexis Ryan. people just call me Alex. I was kidnapped at the age of 5. when I turn 18 they are suppose to do something to me... but I don't know what. they wont tell me until then. I just hope its not killing me. I live in the basement of the house I am in. I stay there with my best friend Brittney but I call her Britt. she was taken by them at the age of 5 too. she's now 15. we both are forced to go to school. but I don't mind really... I may be bullied at school but I'm stronger than them. school is a place to escape this house. get away from max, Jacob, and lizzie and some big man that hurts us. we always try to find a way to escape but its now use. we have a window but its to far up for us to reach, even if I stood on Britt's shoulders. plus the window is barricaded from the inside and out. and the fact that we have tracking devises in our hips. oh and since the day I was nine I could never talk... why? well you'll have to read my story to figure that out...

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