My father took everything. Even when I told him the truth. He took everything.
Everything is gone.
All is gone.
It hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts.
I can't look in the mirror and says this is me anymore.
I look in the mirror and I feel like stabbing the person in it.
That's not me. It's not me.
Please. Make. It. Stop.
Stop. Please.
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