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Aug 2019
i remember you.

telling me that i need help.

telling me that i shouldnt be doing this.

you must really love your daughter, eh?

you,

a grown man.

hurting me,

a helpless 12 year old.

telling her to go get a therapist.

telling her to go to a mental hospital.

oh

mister

cart.

how i missed you so.

well,

sir,

if you havent heard,

she broke up with blake.

again.

for the tenth time.

and

i hope your opinion has changed about me.

im going to therapy.

after cutting myself.

i hope youre happy.
juno
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juno  18/dc.
(18/dc.)   
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