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Once She'd Been A Victim- Helpless, Used, And Broken. Now, She Was A Warrior.

People Tell Their Children There Are No Monsters In The World. They Tell Them That Because They Believe It, Or They Want The Child To Feel Safe. But There Are Monsters, Luke, All The More Frightening Because They Look Like People.

Fine, You Do That, And You Tell Them That At The Very First Opportunity, I'm Coming Down There And Killing All Of Them. Mass Murder. And After They're All Dead, I'm Going To Kick The Bodies Around, Dance On Top Of Them, And Sing A Happy Song. No Jury Will Convict Me.

She's In Love, And That Makes Her Strong. She'll Need To Be." "what Makes You Strong, Mia?" "purpose. Love Never Worked For Me.

You're Excuses Are So Lame They're Limping.