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[fatal_words]

Coming home to a load of hurt was not the picture perfect ending to my night. But picking up the knife and threatening to spill my guts in front of my dad somehow made me feel better. For just a second. I thought this was over, I thought his rage and sudden outburst of anger and hate ended with the drug use. I was wrong. I'm sick of feeling like

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[siren____siren]

=/ hope you're feeling better. &hearts

[fatal_words]

I am starting to =|

♥