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I don't know how to explain the pain that I feel
except that it feels like the normalness i once knew. The feeling that cold steel against my skin would be the only way to release the pain that is locked inside. Bruses and scratched are left, and no words can explain what words are racing through my mind. How I would like to leave and never come back. Just disapear to where no one will ever be able to find me.
No one truely knows what happens to someones mind after being brused and yelled at. At fist may not have been thrown, but the bruses are real. I hate my father, more than I could describe. A painfull hatred that will never leave.
except that it feels like the normalness i once knew. The feeling that cold steel against my skin would be the only way to release the pain that is locked inside. Bruses and scratched are left, and no words can explain what words are racing through my mind. How I would like to leave and never come back. Just disapear to where no one will ever be able to find me.
No one truely knows what happens to someones mind after being brused and yelled at. At fist may not have been thrown, but the bruses are real. I hate my father, more than I could describe. A painfull hatred that will never leave.