Save Me // Nash Grier
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WARNING: there might be some strong content Rated: R
Life wasn't fair to everyone, especially to me. I was tortured, raped, abused, mistreated. But you might be thinking that it was by my parents but, no, first of all my mom died giving birth to me and my dad was the owner of Starbucks. I was tortured, raped, abused, and mistreated by my ex-boyfriend and the boys at my school. Well all the boys except ONE. HE cared for me. HE helped me. HE was there for me. HE wiped my tears. HE cured my wounds. HE fought for me. HE brought back the real me. HE brought back my smile. HE taught me to laugh again. HE taught me to love again. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY HE LOVED ME.
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