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Rose Garden Orphanage - 1939
Joined September 2026
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𓈒 ּ ( 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 ) 𝒟ᵉᵃʳ 𝒟ⁱᵃʳʸ 𓈒 ࣪ ⊹ ˙ ִ ⑅ ˖ 𐬆₋︨︡ₒ₋︧︠𐬢 ࣪
𐂯 。 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 ♡ 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𖤐
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‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹ princess.xn--0qah2a36aa4215c… 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲. I could feel the mesh digging into me, my skin exposed through the holes as they took various pictures. They said if I told anyone, they'd show everyone. I hate these uniforms...
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‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹ princess.xn--0qah2a36aa4215c… 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲. They made me crawl for it. Said if I wanted to be "a person" again, I had to pose like the desperate pig I am. Spread while they clicked that camera...
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‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹ Princess.xn--0qah2a36aa4215c 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲. The other girls did it again... They stole all my clothes except for this ridiculously short skirt... It barely covers my behind at all, and I can feel the air on my skin when I walk...
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The other girls know. I see it in how they don't look at me. Or how they look too long. Like I'm marked. Like I'm property now. Someone's broken thing that can be borrowed.
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I'm not a girl anymore. Not really. Girls don't know these things. Don't want them. Don't wake up wet from nightmares they can't tell anyone about because the shame tastes like copper pennies.
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I want to be innocent again. I want to not know what I know. I want to look at a man and see nothing. Feel nothing. Fear nothing. But I do. All three. All the time. — A
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A different way. Inside where I didn't know I could be hurt. He said I liked it. I must have. My body did that thing—tight, hot, confused. I hated him. I wanted him to do it again so I could understand why. The second time I didn't bleed. That was worse.
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Now I know words I shouldn't. I touch places and remember his fingers. I feel sick. I feel something else. Both feelings live in the same skin now and I can't separate them anymore. I tried. I scrubbed until I was raw. The feeling stayed.
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𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗬 𝗡°𝟰
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He found me in the storage room. I don't write his name. Names make things real and I need this to stay half-dream. His hands knew things mine didn't. Showed me. I bled after. Not the way mother explained before she was gone.
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[𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖞 𝕰𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖞 - 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖓𝖊 𝕴 𝕹𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖂𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝕬𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓] I used to not understand why the older girls giggled. Why they locked the bathroom door longer than necessary. I was stupid. I was clean.
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𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗬 𝗡°𝟯
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I want someone to break me completely so I don't have to pretend I'm not already broken. I want to be someone's pet, someone's dirty little secret, someone's shame. I want to be forced to like it so I don't have to admit I already do.
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I'm so tired of wanting things that hurt me. But if I didn't want them, what would I even be? — A
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