i will try to type as best as possible. my whole body is shaking, i can't control it. i am scared. i am scared. i need to throw up, i need to sleep, i need to be able to breathe. fine for the most part but after the nights hang outs, when i come home alone, i have nothing to think of but the mess. the mess he has made of me, the mess i allowed to
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