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"I can't do this. Why did you choose me? Why did you choose the broken girl? Why the girl who fell at your door step? Why the girl with a million issues? Why the girl who cuts? Why the girl in so much pain? Why the abandoned girl? Why the messed up girl? Why the girl who doesn't know you? Why the ugly girl? Why the girl with scars? Why the girl who doesn't have any real parents? Why the girl who doesn't know her own name? Why the girl who is fucked up so far their is no return? Why the whore? Why the slut? Why the prostitute? Why would you want her? Why do you want me? Why me?" I ask with tears streaming down my face. The last part was barely audible because I was getting quieter and quieter with every word that escaped through my trembling lips.