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My head still stings from the drink last night, I try to say "I'm sorry," but can't seem to do anything right . Louder than any broken screams. Is how it feels when she won't look at me. ... She asked, "Is there a history of abuse with you?" And I didn't know what to say... There's always been that thing, like a cloud that won't go away. Both sides of my family got it, we'd just pretend like it's something other than what it was... There's burns all down my arm I try and cover up, with a tattoo now that says, "Pain never hurt me like love."
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Aug 8, 2022
Aug 8, 2022 at 9:51 PM UTC
History of violence
My head still stings from the drink last night, I try to say "I'm sorry," but can't seem to do anything right . Louder than any broken screams. Is how it feels when she won't look at me. ... She asked, "Is there a history of abuse with you?" And I didn't know what to say... There's always been that thing, like a cloud that won't go away. Both sides of my family got it, we'd just pretend like it's something other than what it was... There's burns all down my arm I try and cover up, with a tattoo now that says, "Pain never hurt me like love."
I apologize if me writing this out this way makes you think any less of me
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Aug 8, 2022
Aug 8, 2022 at 9:51 PM UTC
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