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screw you i was no younger than 6 i still remember it, vividly it haunts me why didn't i do more? why didn't i tell someone? why didn't i yell for help? why did you think it was okay? why? i still have to see your face walking the halls at my school every single day i feel sick whenever i see you i should ruin your life the way you ruined mine

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