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Am I tainted now? I’m asking out of curiosity. My darling, sweet child of mine, Don’t blame yourself for this act of atrocity. A twisted man crossed the line,
i write you a letter, in a clear hand, to tell you that i am no longer willing to be trapped, in your chains, in your walls in your endless emptiness that you fill with the voices 
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