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she walked in, ***** in hand and car keys in the other. breath smelled like cigarettes and alchohol mixed. smelled horrid, and looked just as bad. she stumbled in and said, "i will **** him!" and i believed her. she has the bruises and the marks to prove how angry she should be. look, i understand. i get how you feel. its about time you get the help you need and tell someone instead of keeping it in like you did. thats why you finally blew up.
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May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 10:53 PM UTC
Auntie Anglea
she walked in, ***** in hand and car keys in the other. breath smelled like cigarettes and alchohol mixed. smelled horrid, and looked just as bad. she stumbled in and said, "i will **** him!" and i believed her. she has the bruises and the marks to prove how angry she should be. look, i understand. i get how you feel. its about time you get the help you need and tell someone instead of keeping it in like you did. thats why you finally blew up.
rayyy
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May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 10:53 PM UTC
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