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a new wound into my flesh with a scalp

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ear period, this unrelen

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s, then with a look of profound dis

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ricity. It took her ages to recover. Compared to the physical and mental trauma she endure

rds the muddy puddl

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pigs. Sleep in that mud pit for the night. It'll be a perfect'mud ba

my battered and scarred body, staggering a

thout the sligh

inmates for three long months. They treated me as thei

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and bit, but all my r

was covered in burns from cigarette butts, wit

ge of death. The guards, with their sickening smiles, informed m

hat did rolling around in a mud pit with pigs matter now? Eventually, covered from head to t

ws at some point, a mocking s

don't sleep, it means you're faking it. And if that's the case, I'll

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ck to that place of e

my spine, and I curled up even tighter in