My mom yelled at me and called me a dyke because of my hair. She slapped my face and now my cheek is bruised and I have a black eye.
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General FictionI just want to run far away, and get lost in a place where nobody will ever find me.
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My mom yelled at me and called me a dyke because of my hair. She slapped my face and now my cheek is bruised and I have a black eye.
