i remember when i was little. i was a pain in the ass. all i would do was cry. i remember crying for my mother the most. not out of sympathy but of pity. she didnt stop it, she tolerated it unwavering. she took the blows for us and never left because she wanted us to not resent her leaving. i saw the man across the street beat his wife a
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