Is there anyone here?
A bad man appeared out of no where and ripped off my clothes. It was a paper gown and I was in an operating room. I don't want to talk about it. But, I'm scared and don't know what to do.
I wrote a letter to Mr. ***** but he must not be home. I don't understand how that computer letter works.
I am scared and confused and want someone to talk to. I know there are nice people here and it's safe here and I am so scared.
Bad things bad things
Why do people only do these bad things to me? I'm a nice person. I can't get the feel of his hands off of me.
Can someone help me please?
Snowbird
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