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October 13, 2011
I have escaped hell. I have crawled my way back to earth out of my own grave. I stood on the street corner and shouted my story of demons and terror.

No one believed me.

"Oh, that one," they'd say. "Yes, we know her. Unsettled in the mind, you see. Sees things that never happened."

They weren't there. They didn't see the bruises. They didn't hear the screams. They do not understand all the little things that were used to break me, humiliate me, to force ownership upon me.

I have escaped hell... and not a soul thinks it's true.