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Jan 2019
Do you know that every time you speak of them you drive a knife into my heart?
At least have the decency to sharpen the blade first, give me a quick clean cut.
Instead your knife is dull and it rips me open slowly, excruciatingly.
I will never learn
Caitlin
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Caitlin  F/Ontario
(F/Ontario)   
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     JL Smith and Perry
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