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Jun 2016
I cut you out.
Dad. Mom. Children.
Pretty house, big kitchen and lovely bedroom suites.
I used to cut out the
things I wished we could have
and then I would tear you up and hate you because I couldn't have you or be you- so go to Hell, Sears catalogue.
Go to Hell and die like I died a little every day when I realized that my little paper dolls were the best that I could ever have.
True story. Sadly. This was really me. Late 1970's when catalogues were a thing and paper dolls were popular.
JRF
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JRF  47/F/Canada
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