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There is one place where I can take refuge from my confinement. These people have decided to keep my heart exposed to the air, as if to taunt me, to keep me alive by the slimmest of margins so that they can continue to rape me without having to call themselves necrophiliacs. This is the place where my blood gets it oxygen, the place where everything starts and ends, the arteries taking this blood away, my veins bringing them back.

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