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Dec 2014
Sometimes I overhear you talking about your childhood
I've always understood that it wasn't much of one
And mom always tells me there are
Things that I don't know
Things that broke you
Things that made you unfixable
I heard you say that your dad liked to put his hands on you
Well you like to threaten to put your hands on us sometimes
I heard you say that their words were cruel
Well you like to call us names sometimes
I heard you say they treated you like ****
Well you like to treat us like **** sometimes
It's like, you can't even see it
You're so ****** up that you don't see it at all
You are just like them sometimes
And sometimes is always too much
Brittani
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Brittani  FL
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