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All of the times you drank whiskey and beer I became a target as you grew angrier. With each hour that passed I knew what my fate would be at last. You didn't allow me to wear make-up. Perhaps you was afraid we would break up. My clothing had to be loose-fitting or you would take your knife and slit them. You had to be in control of everything or you would beat me like I wasn't worth anything. It took all of my courage to runaway but I'm free from fear today.
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
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All of the times you drank whiskey and beer I became a target as you grew angrier. With each hour that passed I knew what my fate would be at last. You didn't allow me to wear make-up. Perhaps you was afraid we would break up. My clothing had to be loose-fitting or you would take your knife and slit them. You had to be in control of everything or you would beat me like I wasn't worth anything. It took all of my courage to runaway but I'm free from fear today.
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Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
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