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Boy


Mother

I have killed your daughter

But it was a gentle murder

Throat slit quickly, quietly

So that she would suffer no more.

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Kibbles
<p>Thank you, as someone who can relate to this it means a lot to me and countless others like me who have realized what a parent must feel when their child isn&rsquo;t what they first thought. This will ring in my head for days, stacking onto my meager pile of hopes, to keep my closeted self happy. Thank you once again.</p><p>-Brandon</p>

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