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Jun 2018
I'm angry at the fact that I go downstairs every morning to be nagged at as if I'm the lousy husband. I'm angry at the fact that he left us here to do drugs while I sit up in my room and cry as I hold our beautiful son in my arms. I'm angry at everyone for not understanding the fears I have every day of my life. I'm angry at myself for having nowhere else to go, most importantly, I'm angry for letting my emotions take over.
Chloe Zafonte
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Chloe Zafonte  22/F/United States
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         ---, LadyM, Wordmancer, Kikodinho Edward Alexandros and julie
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