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I'm pretty weak. Weak in body, Weak in spirit. Weak in places I never knew I could be. Your mom screamed at me to grow a backbone. You were my backbone. I tried to grow you. I tried to grow us. She would have none of it. Threats, promises, whatevers. Name calling, screaming and shouting. I didn't deserve it at all.
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Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC
She would have none of it.
I'm pretty weak. Weak in body, Weak in spirit. Weak in places I never knew I could be. Your mom screamed at me to grow a backbone. You were my backbone. I tried to grow you. I tried to grow us. She would have none of it. Threats, promises, whatevers. Name calling, screaming and shouting. I didn't deserve it at all.
You would eventually have none of it, too. I messed up.
sam-conrad
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Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC
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