Missing Affection
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Last published Thu, Mar 10, 2022
When your going through something, it's best to share instead of bottle it up. Atleast that's what they tell us. This is my anonomous spin on what I'm going through. The secrets I'm afraid to tell, the abuse stories, and also how I was forced into being a parent in an abusive home.
I do have a written diary of events before but it's at my friends house for safe keeping.
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