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i was born and raised in a home of apocalypse. all those never-ending conflicts, and endless wars have wounded me deeply. abandoned, and ignored by people who should have taught me about the definition of love. but instead, their actions shaped me into a person who is so good at pretending, for all to see that i grew up in the name of love and affections, when all i have ever witnessed was hate and abomination.
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 11:43 PM UTC
broken child.
i was born and raised in a home of apocalypse. all those never-ending conflicts, and endless wars have wounded me deeply. abandoned, and ignored by people who should have taught me about the definition of love. but instead, their actions shaped me into a person who is so good at pretending, for all to see that i grew up in the name of love and affections, when all i have ever witnessed was hate and abomination.
vanniairene
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 11:43 PM UTC
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