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I had no strength to crawl away
even if it meant saving my life.
Why would you hurt them?
You are a nobody! An It! You are nonexistant! You are a bastard child! I hate you and i wish you were dead! Dead! do you hear me? Dead
Catherine Rovera threw a knife into the side of her foster son David during one encounterment.
My once savior had no let me; without him she could now do whatever she wanted to me.
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