she picked up the bag in rage it's metal bars hit my face right above my eye and mu head fucking hurts now.
I yelled at her and misbehaved and told her not to talk to me.
The sunlight is burning my face as I lay down on the couch in front of the window .
No more tears just a fucked up mind with lots of questions and no answers .
I will learn to be on my own entirely .
THREE YEARS TO GRADUATION .
Its in twenty fifteen .
I have a sharp memory .
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