malignant dystopia Linda M. Crate i wish i could say your lust didn’t destroy me like i wish i could say my father’s absence in my life didn’t matter or my stepfather didn’t shatter an already broken heart with all his pain and rage, but none of these things is true; yet like the phoenix i rose from the ashes of the person that once i was to rise again with brilliant new flames— it was hard to fly for […]
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