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Apr 8
I was torn from my slumber
Like moss from a stump
By little kid fingers.

Forcibly ****** back into a reality
I did not want to live.

Because in that reality
My family becomes
Monsters.

And I become a slot machine.
Alice Wilde
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Alice Wilde  29/F/MA
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