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She's screaming so often, yet no one heart her screams. They are always so quite, so small, that sometimes, she doesn't hear her own screaming. Yet, she can feel that she was screaming. Bruised thighs, burned wrists, scratched hips. She feel like she's living just to scream again. Smile always on her lips, kind words for everyone, politeness for worst enemy, and yet, you can see her sad eyes that are just crying for help.

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