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I hate the way my voice sounds, because sometimes it comes off loud and sometimes I give an attitude when I honestly do not mean to. But no one believes me. I was raised in loudness. Constant yelling, screaming , shouting , and rudeness. I am coated with hatred. Nothing calm, sweet and nice to be found, not even in the corners of my home. I'm sorry. I'm truly kind and caring, only somewhat broken, I promise.
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
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I hate the way my voice sounds, because sometimes it comes off loud and sometimes I give an attitude when I honestly do not mean to. But no one believes me. I was raised in loudness. Constant yelling, screaming , shouting , and rudeness. I am coated with hatred. Nothing calm, sweet and nice to be found, not even in the corners of my home. I'm sorry. I'm truly kind and caring, only somewhat broken, I promise.
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
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