Stolen
You stole my identity still not finished with me. You stole my life my wishes desires hopes dreams and fantasy of being a mum a privilege I so badly graved. You stole so much but not my spirit I didn't give you my power my soul my motivation. You're an entity a evil word called cancer. I private fight.
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