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13 years worht of stabs

His brown eyes seen right through me. My tough girl persona. I say can handle this on my own. I say I'm fine when really, I feel like someones stabbed repeatedly in the heart and his name is dad. And he's not here to fix it he hasn't been here for 13 years. 13 years worth of stabs.



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