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Dec 2017
Pain.
So real I can see it.
Pain. So strong it could tear me down.
The pain not physical but mental is just as much to bear. For in a fight you can dodge the hit, bit venomous words always hit their mark.
Screaming
Slaming doors
And a family stood apart
And though it all I find myself dumb, for a divided home simply cannot stand.
I wore this when I was 12. My home was a war scene.  At least ik it wasn't just me.
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what if we were Free  Jax Fl
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