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October 27, 1999

I feel so used. People want me around for their own needs. Iím a disposable person trapped in a screwed up world. My parents would probably kick me out Ė if I werenít so useful in raising their other children for them. They tell me that Iím so lucky to live here. I want to be invisible. I donít want attention. I should cut all of my hair off. I donít want anyone to look at me. I want to hide under my bed. Lock me up so that no one can find me. Beat me until Iím unconscious. I would sell my soul for cash. Anyone buying?


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