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May 2016
When I was small
I learned quickly
How to cry silently
So daddy wouldn't hit me

When I got older
I was an expert
And only my scars
Betrayed my hurt

So I cried rivers
From eleven to sixteen
Drowning in my own flood
Perfectly trained
wren cole
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wren cole  23/FTM/NC
(23/FTM/NC)   
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