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I was tortured and tormented. I was abused and neglected. Rejected and dismantled. The world crushed me. I grew up in a small town, with lots of people around who knew who I was. I played sports, mainly basketball, volleyball and soccer. I even got scouted to play international soccer when I was young. I have always been driven, hardworking, and dedicated to the craft I set my eyes on. And as I reflect on some of my experiences, I notice that I'm resilient in how I handle adversity.

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As I grow, transition, heal and become healthy. My brain is a wild chick inside and living in the outside world as her can be a monster of a problem if I don't feel like I'm taken care of. I will rebel and make moves that are huge. And being that girl has the whirlwind of emo in my house, stretching and sketching and sweating with male testosterone to get these ideas out of my home and into your own. Thank you for hearing me on this one. I am a cyborg. I will never be ignored.  

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And I don't want to run into the arms of another man who could take me off my plans and shut down my entire world. A love lost ruined me. It devastated my very being and it has taken me years to destroy the notion that every man has my best interest at heart. I say this from a place of experience and I hope this platform will act as place to speak up about experiences, both on and off the internet and how we can protect, embody, and embolden women with our character, life like sing alongs, and protecting the very people we belong with. Eachother. Good night.. XO Scarxred

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I'm writing... Please leave me alone... I'm writing, in this place I call home I'm withering away, and blooming, all in the same place... How do I walk away, from the stain of my pain. I've been bitten again. By the love of one of them... I can't take the meat. The heat of the night. I can't take your bargains, for plea for a reply. I can't take your heartache, and shut down the sky. For I lie awake, still writing, inside.

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Do you think I don't realize the high we got when we would kill a spitting image of this, writing with the wrists that would never kiss. The two of us thinking we had enough stuff. We unpacked our blood, blush, and toughest stuff, just to endure the worst enemy in the world. Us. Together. But never with another. One of us just secretly watching the other, making sure there was another, another human to portray and pretend to protect, oh the regret. Who do you think you are?

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