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Russia


Russia All I remember was he had my globe and said there used to be a country called the Soviet’s Union but then it split up and the dad kept the children and he looked at me and I cried For hours. Not wanting comfort just to get it out of me now when I think of that day six years later i remember how much it hurt it made my eyes burn and my teeth ache and my throat sting and I tried to stop and choked on air and I can count the number of times I cried since on two hands things were better after you could say there was a reason for all the pain so I guess I know, but I don’t understand
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