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I am who I am because of my drunken word “no” and his hands. I am who I am because they tell me I will never be good enough. I am who I am because when I watched her bleed in the hospital I told myself that this is not how I wanted to die.
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
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I am who I am because of my drunken word “no” and his hands. I am who I am because they tell me I will never be good enough. I am who I am because when I watched her bleed in the hospital I told myself that this is not how I wanted to die.
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
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