Letters From -k.c.

Letters From -k.c.

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"I-I just want to help you.. let me help you" "What is it with everyone and helping me? Don't you understand I don't need your help so don't pretend like you know me because you don't... you don't know anything and I'd like to keep it that way." ----- My name and face don't matter it's my words and voice that do. I'm a girl who's suffered through so much but still took the time to write it all down. Here's my story.
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