No matter how hard I try, no one wants to choose me. My mum chose death over being my parent. Benji chose whatever item was worth more than my virginity, and my body... it doesn't even want to grow, to create, to offer the world something special for all my suffering. Nothing in my life... works for me. Nothing chooses me. Lastly, of fucking course, my dad. The man who doesn’t know me. The man who I came here to see, to seek shelter from. The one who 'is not worth my considerations.' The one who sent a boy to give me a recording of my trauma detailed in visual nightmarish horror with the
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