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the venom in his words stings me. i want to believe that he doesn't mean what he says, that it is all spoken in a fit of anger; but i can't. the simplest insults are toxic, even the joking ones; when he decides to be in a good mood. she tells me he is hurt on the inside, but that's no excuse. even as he says he loves us, he rains his infected affection upon us.
it poisons my heart and eats away at my soul.
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a/n: day three!
no this is not a #spon for the numbers on the stationary
