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May 2016
My day was fine
Except for the yelling
And the tears
and the bruises
The cussing
The fussing
The overall day was bad I guess
No, no your right
I did have a good night's sleep.
I have a roof over my head
Carpet beneath my feet
And a warm place to stay
But in the place that I stay
I have to deal with abuse
Denial
I just feel off
No I don't
I feel great.
I want to get away
but getting g away could lead to uncertainty
And you don't like uncertainty
I don't
I hate these conversations
*with myself
Błeeding Dįamøndš
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Błeeding Dįamøndš  16/M/Denver, Colorado
(16/M/Denver, Colorado)   
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