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Panic attack! I heard a noise and just freaked the **** OUT! I immediately thought it was you, and I started to SHOUT! Tortured and stalked! Tormented and brain washed! Yes that is my PAST. But I swear it will be me who laughs LAST! An empty SHELL. That's where I feel safe to DWELL. It feels like heaven because it reminds me of my HELL! Born a blank canvas. I want to be a beautiful work of art. Will I die never being PAINTED? All I keep getting is confirmation that I'm TAINTED! Born alone. They say you die alone too. What If you live alone all your LIFE? Do you exist if no one has ever validated you with their own SIGHT? Invisible I FEEL. They couldn't see me because the reality of my existence made their own reality too REAL!

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