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I am the girl.
I am the girl you see reading a book. I am the girl who is not afraid to cook. I am the girl sitting in the cornor of the room. Looking around in very sad glood. Waiting for someone to save me. I am starting to get dizzy. In my vision I see black spots. Soon I don't even see black dots. I am going towards the light. I do not even try to fight. Because why should I? When nobody cares for me. Nobody wants me. This is the end. You all killed me.
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