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"some Understanding of How I Was Made"

"Some Understanding of How I was made" how i believe, i became a slave by a set of mind beading hip-no needling that begin with a cocktail of mind seeding potions that had me barking by preschool and remembering memories that everyone i knew said that i never did, and said that I was to tiny, i couldn't have as a very small child so why won't the guilt go away? now listen to what i have to say there are ways to make a girl, lose his or her way and you just found, one of the very many so began the fear of knowing that rich demons, have dirty plans for me made me cry uncontrollably and now in the understanding of who/how to make a slave!/? by:lyricvixen

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