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I'm not Anne Bradstreet quill against my paper vulgar words inked on a Puritan gasp would erupt my words aren't as pretty and small as...

abusive little boy how sad and pathetic you are pushing my head underwater or onto something else? i come up coughing up water you tell...

straight jacketed by your abuse you spin my chair distorting my sense of reality anger isn't a luxury abusive men let women feel cheap...