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We, the Hopeless

It felt as if he was ripping me apart. “Scream for me! Scream!” Silence was the only power I had over him. There was nothing that could make me concede it to him. But inside I yelled, shouted, every last bit of me screamed. Tears kept streaming down my face. Papa aide-moi. I wished he would just shoot the gun.

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