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I remember locking myself in my room COMMA blasting the radio COMMA covering my head with a pillow PERIOD Even while I was doing that COMMA I could still hear my mother screaming at my father to stop PERIOD I heard glass breaking COMMA pans hitting the floor COMMA dishes crossing the floor PERIOD After the fights comma I would always come check on my mom comma sometimes she was covered in blood and bruises period As I looked across the floor as she was cleaning the mess my father made comma glass everywhere period Everything from counters and tables were scattered from kitchen all the way to living room Period.
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Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 9:30 AM UTC
Abused Mother
I remember locking myself in my room COMMA blasting the radio COMMA covering my head with a pillow PERIOD Even while I was doing that COMMA I could still hear my mother screaming at my father to stop PERIOD I heard glass breaking COMMA pans hitting the floor COMMA dishes crossing the floor PERIOD After the fights comma I would always come check on my mom comma sometimes she was covered in blood and bruises period As I looked across the floor as she was cleaning the mess my father made comma glass everywhere period Everything from counters and tables were scattered from kitchen all the way to living room Period.
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WhiteOwl
20/F/Georgian
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 9:30 AM UTC
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