Light In The Dark
- Leituras 144
- Votos 2
- Capítulos 1
My mother abuse me
My father used me
My sister hate me
And My husband
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He do all
Abuse me
Used me
Hating me
And most especially cheating on me with my sister and the most painful is my father knows it... But he didn't do anything
Why me?
Why I'm always miserable
Always alone
And lastly why I'm worthless
Nothing but a lost girl that can escape the dark
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