Lies and despairs
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Last published Wed, Aug 12, 2015
"I'm lost I need help, will anyone help me please anyone."
I'm lost and want to die. I need help and no one seems to care anymore. I'm just a charity case that no one wants anymore. So do I restart. Or do I end it all.
This is a story about me being abused and put in foster care and struggles from it please don't read if you have triggers that you can't solve safely to self harm suicide depression rape or abuse. Know this is my life and this is what I have had to deal with. You won't know my name just my book name so yea.
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