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When I was five, I borrowed an Osborne book on basic Sex Ed from my local library.

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The Devil had finally achieved all that he’d wished for - destroying humanity, betraying the angels who had followed him and thrusting them, and God, out of the universe.

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I had spent two years scaling down my pain meds, trawling through constant agony in the hope of having a baby with my husband.

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I was beckoning the woman back from the edge of the cliff - and she looked like she was going to come- when I heard her husband say something from behind me.

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From the time I was a toddler I regularly spoke to God, and I often asked him to tell me why my mother hated me.

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I woke up in hospital, blinking at the smiling nurses who told me they’d saved me from my “accidental” morphine overdose.

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Despite years of abuse - and my subsequent disownment by her - deep down, I cherished the hope that some part of my mother cared for me.

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The child travelled thousands of miles alone to escape his war-torn country, barely making it to the shores of England alive.

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My doctor was filled with positive notions about how to ease the horrific symptoms of my auto immune disease.

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On the Christmas after my aunt passed away I used Facebook to re-post the last photo of us together, with a message above it saying that I loved and missed her.

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When I was five, I borrowed an Osborne book on basic Sex Ed from my local library.	73
The Devil had finally achieved all that he’d wished for - destroying humanity, betraying the angels who had followed him and thrusting them, and God, out of the universe.	58
I had spent two years scaling down my pain meds, trawling through constant agony in the hope of having a baby with my husband.	49
I was beckoning the woman back from the edge of the cliff - and she looked like she was going to come- when I heard her husband say something from behind me.	35
From the time I was a toddler I regularly spoke to God, and I often asked him to tell me why my mother hated me.	28
I woke up in hospital, blinking at the smiling nurses who told me they’d saved me from my “accidental” morphine overdose.	28
Despite years of abuse - and my subsequent disownment by her - deep down, I cherished the hope that some part of my mother cared for me.	21
The child travelled thousands of miles alone to escape his war-torn country, barely making it to the shores of England alive.	16
My doctor was filled with positive notions about how to ease the horrific symptoms of my auto immune disease.	15
On the Christmas after my aunt passed away I used Facebook to re-post the last photo of us together, with a message above it saying that I loved and missed her.	9