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I am alone. So alone. And they took my everything away, everyone did it. It was a cursed life. Whatever anyone says.
What does it even mean that I have to say that? "it was terrible please believe me", met with silence and scorn and brain chains.
The agony does not abate.
No one has ever loved me, known me or held me. And they forced an act on me so I can't even breathe.
It's a waste of time to bother or care and I did my part so I should be ALLOWED to choose new lives. Even that is taken from me.
I did everyone's steps, I trusted, I acted in faith. To zero outcome for myself. I was so brainwashed at the same time. 

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