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traumatic depression that’s what it is woven from screaming behind closed doors that gradually turned into fights at the dinner table threats of physical violence rushing in like a flood during a rainstorm it always left me feeling hollow sad scared hopeless well, what’s a family without a few scars?
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Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 12:29 AM UTC
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traumatic depression that’s what it is woven from screaming behind closed doors that gradually turned into fights at the dinner table threats of physical violence rushing in like a flood during a rainstorm it always left me feeling hollow sad scared hopeless well, what’s a family without a few scars?
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Jan 11, 2020
Jan 11, 2020 at 12:29 AM UTC
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