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Glass over the granite floor Blood running down my mother’s face. Sister crying. Myself on the side of the devil. Alcohol in the mix. I get taken up. I fight for my life. I scream however loud my small voice can take. I crawl to my mistreated mother Legs bleeding. Mother yelling. I get picked up by my mother. The devil trying to capture us but we are not his pets.
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Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 12:27 PM UTC
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Glass over the granite floor Blood running down my mother’s face. Sister crying. Myself on the side of the devil. Alcohol in the mix. I get taken up. I fight for my life. I scream however loud my small voice can take. I crawl to my mistreated mother Legs bleeding. Mother yelling. I get picked up by my mother. The devil trying to capture us but we are not his pets.
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18/Gender Nonconforming
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 12:27 PM UTC
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