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Jun 2013
When I was little, I taught myself to read
While my dad smoked crack.
My parents beat the **** out of each other,
And my sister tried to
**** me.
My mom was drowning
In debt and *****.
We were lucky if the power was on.
Tess held knives to my throat.
Someone stole the little bit of innocence I had left.
I had to grow up
but I couldn't get away.
Anna
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