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I could ruin her life. I won't. I could though. When I was explaining how she knew I cut, I could have slipped a           •Omitted due to some promise I made• or a           "Oh, and she has scars all over her body." But I didn't. I'll let her learn alone, the punishment for forcing me into health.
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Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
She's Named After Christmas, Born After Christmas. She hates January and Febuary because of the terrible weather. She brings blankets to school when it's very cold. She likes metal studs. She doesn't mean anything to me.
I could ruin her life. I won't. I could though. When I was explaining how she knew I cut, I could have slipped a           •Omitted due to some promise I made• or a           "Oh, and she has scars all over her body." But I didn't. I'll let her learn alone, the punishment for forcing me into health.
**** promises. Why must I have any honor.
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Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 12:46 AM UTC
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