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Dec 2014
On the twelveth day of Christmas my family gave to me
twelve drunken drinks,
eleven scars scaring,
ten belt a-beatings,
nine father's laughing,
eight mother's glancing,
seven sister's hiding,
six tears a-streaming,
five unheard apologies,
four cries for mercy,
three bruised organs,
two busted ribs,
and a very, very broken heart.
*disclaimer, for 9-7 I obviously only have one father, one mother, but also only one sister. Its the only way I could make it work.
Also, I would like to make very clear that I am currently in a situation of peace, don't let this writing be reflective of my life today.
Lane
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   delilah estrada
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