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Not Lonely Tonight: Sleeping with Corpses
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Categories: unapologetic
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When I was eleven years old, my stepfather got drunk, tore my clothes and pants, and almost took me ...... in the middle of the night, I ran out. In the street, but ran into a procession to receive the bride. Walking in the forefront is a horse made of paper, followed by a sedan chair topped with a large white flower, and a child boy and girl made of paper. By mistake, I wore a red dress that should have been worn by the bride. That night changed my life. When I graduated from my senior year of high school, I was half-sold and half-married by my stepfather and became the wife of a fool who was the one who welcomed me in the middle of the night, a man with no heartbeat and no breath.