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I hate him. I hate how I was drawn in and dumped at death's door. Literally. Crimson red pooled at the side of my white satin dress where he slashed, to make my light fade. My feathers trailed at my now bare feet.I reach for a handful through blurred vision wincing slightly at the pain on my side, red now stained my once perfect feathers as I used it to patch my wound. Forgive me. But sorrow is for the weak. I hate them. I hate how I was second in their life and God first. Pig tails and white ironed clothes, yet bound demons inside scratching at my surface, yearning for release to taste curiosity and lust.  One taste I promise. Blinded they seemed. Careless they were. Courageous of me to let those demons be free. Follow June Hersephone Harpe as she unravels the unkind reason of her existence. Brought up from religious parents, June meets Robbie Shead who opens the doors to freedom for her. Little did she know that it was not the door to her freedom, but pure torment.
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