Assassin
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Last published Wed, Jul 13, 2016
I've blocked out the memory ever since I was a little girl. Told myself it was disgusting.
But he helped me realize something. He helped me face myself, and accept what I am in all its glory.
I don't care anymore. They can call me what they want. Monster. Cannibal. Harlot. They can swear at me. Beat me.
But in the end, they'll all die at my hand.
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