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Last published Thu, Aug 6, 2015
I wake up to hear screams of pain, as usual. I lived with a so called " family" but I knew it wasn't true. We were just given up because we weren't wanted and now some of us are raped, some of us are abused, and some of us are killed. That's why I plan to run.
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