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THE MISHANDLED
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Ongoing, First published Sep 13, 2022
Mature
Those whips couldn't hurt her.

Those chains couldn't stop her.

Those flames couldn't harm her.

The darkness didn't scare her.

The cold never bothered her.

She didn't let her hope die like others did.

She crawled through the hell but still
 she was beautiful. 

She faced it 

She was exposed to the darkest side of the humanity.

She was THE ONE.

SHE DIDN'T CRY.

SHE DIDN'T COMPLAIN

SHE WAS STRONG

She was not just a girl she was a WOMAN
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