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4 years old, and already knowing the harsh reality 4 years old, and cleaning up the tears and broken glass he left behind 4 years old, and already a pro at telling people whatever they want to hear over what they should in hopes they don't lash out See I was just a kid when my mother crawled into my room bawling her eyes out which shed never hope id see I was just a kid helping my mother hide from the love of her life, helping her push a dresser against the door praying he wouldn't break it down see at for years old you should be watching cartoons not watching your mother cry. you should be scared of the boogie man, not the man 2 rooms over who claims to love you but every time you tell him to stop he ignores you!
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May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
4 years
4 years old, and already knowing the harsh reality 4 years old, and cleaning up the tears and broken glass he left behind 4 years old, and already a pro at telling people whatever they want to hear over what they should in hopes they don't lash out See I was just a kid when my mother crawled into my room bawling her eyes out which shed never hope id see I was just a kid helping my mother hide from the love of her life, helping her push a dresser against the door praying he wouldn't break it down see at for years old you should be watching cartoons not watching your mother cry. you should be scared of the boogie man, not the man 2 rooms over who claims to love you but every time you tell him to stop he ignores you!
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20/F/Alberta, Canada
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
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