Broken
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I was broken, and hurting. I hated life, I hated the pain. There was no escape. I couldn't get away. Not from him. He was in my head. Following me around. Whispering things to me while I slept. I couldn't get away. I wanted to get away. I needed to get away. ~ Tyler ~*~ No one knew anything about him. Why was he so secretive? What was he hiding? I needed to know. I needed him. He was constantly on my mind. In my head. I breathed him. All I needed was him. What was he hiding? Why won't he speak? Who is he? Let me help you...Let me save you... ~ Dawson
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"No one will ever love a worthless whore like you," my dad screamed at me. And I believed him, no one will ever love me. Im not pretty enough, and I'm too fat. I cleaned up the blood on the floor that the knife had caused. And went back to my room, or the cell that they gave me. I sat up against the wall and cried, I'm breaking. I'm dying, the doctor said so. I don't have a lot of time to live. I just feel bad for the next punching bag they have. Trigger warning: suggested by @poptart_playz10

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