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I woke up with no voice to scream for help when I was seven I had my right arm trampled on when I was eleven I began the reoccuring battle of self harm when I was twelve I experinced the death of my father when I was thirteen I got sexually assaulted, gave away the start of my innocence, and experienced my first heartbreak when I was fourteen I officially could call myself *not a ****** at fifteen I found out that my dad was a liar, cheater, and an awful soul and that if I don't watch out, I could end up like him (at sixteen) And my mind cannot figure out which pained me most.
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC
the younger me would **** herself.
I woke up with no voice to scream for help when I was seven I had my right arm trampled on when I was eleven I began the reoccuring battle of self harm when I was twelve I experinced the death of my father when I was thirteen I got sexually assaulted, gave away the start of my innocence, and experienced my first heartbreak when I was fourteen I officially could call myself *not a ****** at fifteen I found out that my dad was a liar, cheater, and an awful soul and that if I don't watch out, I could end up like him (at sixteen) And my mind cannot figure out which pained me most.
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC
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