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By Christina Ruseva

They hate her. They make her cry but they don't care about her feelings. How can people be so hertless She asks herself every night. While she cries, while the blood is streaming down her thighs, while the blade goes trough her skin. Would people be so heartless if they knew what does she do while no one is looking? What if they knew? But they would never know. Ch.R

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