asian-american
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T/W : sexual abuse The flames always caressed me. Became my friend in its constant comfort, licking away my tears. Put the power of perspective into my mind. The flames put control into my hands. . The devil got me long before I was born. Forced me to believe, then robbed me of my innocence.…
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Sometimes, I hate being called cute. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, though it can be unnerving. It’s this shift in people’s eyes when they meet me: “Oh! You’re cute.” Almost cooing at me, like I’m a doll. I work as a dishwasher on the weekends. It’s a good job. It pays the bills, relatively…
Pajolo Cam 