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Dec 2013
Each blow was every word he told me
"It
Might
Happen"

Each blow was every word she told me
"You're
Going
to
Hell"

Each blow was every word I told myself
"It's
All
My
Fault"

The tree no longer looks the same
Francisco DH
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Francisco DH  21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina
(21/Cisgender Male/North Carolina)   
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