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Ongoing, First published Feb 05, 2013
Dear diary,
I wasn't always so weak, so frail. I used to be beautiful. Now I'm bruised. Each scar reminds me of another pain. A pain not caused by mistake but by anger. I am not abused because of the words I say. I'm abused because of the words that never seem to escape my lips.
Yours truly,
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