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I don’t even know what to say. You’ve stolen my voice. I can only sit here, fuming in silence. Pin me to the wall. Puncture my wings. And hold me there. Rip the wings off – Rip the floor out from under me.
I believe in the education system that tells our youth how to do IT safely rather than not at all. IT. Yes. IT. IT as in sex.  
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