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Dont mind the title. I am scared. like crippling paralyzing fear. I dont trust the him even though I know I should. I cant go there again. I promised myself I wouldnt. I just cant. It was too dark, too hot and too cold. The pain felt like i should curl up and die. He should just leave me alone. LEAVE ME!

But i don't want him to go. I really don't. Never have. I'm just afraid.

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