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The feel of her hand, hitting my skin, wet and hard, looking in the, mirror bruises
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
Abuse
The feel of her hand, hitting my skin, wet and hard, looking in the, mirror bruises
First poem i ever wrote
#parents#abuseive
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
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