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  March seventeenth ten years old My mother always told me to go outside and play with the little boy who picked the apples off the tree
Whoever said life was easy was wrong. The walk in the park for me has been like walking on glass for me. Years of abuse and pain, from "I love you" to "I hate you".  From a made up face with makeup to a face with bruises. 
       How do I let go of my past with him? After all,         He damaged my heart, my mind, my soul...  
You cheating on me?Are you kiddin me? You got to be kiddin me!
 
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