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“Don’t call me ‘precious.’ Don’t be fictitious  with me. Don’t be the one to bite your thumb when I’m the one
The Queen of the Mountain They called her the Queen of Virtue True to her personality, morals and values
Looking out the Window I see my slight reflection, notice my brown complexion and see all the weathers pondering whether I should wear that...
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Sounds written by a victim of Misophonia Sounds Prevent me from eating dinner with my family. Sounds
Suffered. Hurt. Buried.  How many more violent words can she take? How many more bruises do you think that she has?