Trapped
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Fri, Sep 12, 2014
Can you imagine the number 6 million
Six million of us were tortured without anybody caring in the world to help us
I have already felt pain but yet again the thing up there I just wonder if it is now taken over by the devil. How can God do this to me
I praised, sang, ate and breathed in the name of The Lord
I just wonder about the wrong I have done. Why did they bully me?
I was a little girl who couldn't keep clean of the blades for one single day, couldn't stop the blood drip down my hand as I cried to my music
It was my hobby, my drug and it keeps me alive
This is the life of Eva Lankings
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