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I hate it here, I fucking hate it fucking here. It's not even fucking worth it. Nothing is fucking worth anything. Panicattacks all over. I wasn't able to step out of the car. He wouldn't fucking shut up with his goddamn lies and ofcourse I would cry, ofcourse he would pet me over the head and say: it's allright. Like it was my fucking fault.
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