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Dec 2024
I grew up the perfect child.
Seen but never heard.
Painfully aware of the mood in the room
And grew up way too soon.
Suppressed any hint of emotion
To make life easier for them.
And played the part of the perfect child
Receiving the bare minimum.
Christy
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Christy  F/London
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