*WARNING: This story contains triggering content such as: vulgarity, underage drinking, violence, death, imagines of blood, trauma, mentions of abuse, and more. Please do not read if a trigger is found on this list or could be on this list.* I can't take anymore of this, it's gotten too much for me. It hurts to see this continuing, the thought of dying at any moment hurts more than a bullet to the stomach. I can't live on with the constant worry of not being able to mother children, to marry the man of my dreams, to get to my eighteenth birthday. I can't follow this lifestyle anymore... I've hit my limit.
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