Distressing

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No of course is not distressing remembering or realising someone probably wanted you dead because you were a whore slut and that this person was entrusted with your care and they used you and other children.  I’m sorry but this makes me revolt in horror.  Now I know in some parts because I remember something from the other day.  Don’t know what.  Fuck man,  how do you get some fuckn help around here.  I’m stuck out and want to fuckn disappear and I can’t.

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