the abused mate
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hey here I am
talking to myself
hoping someone is listening but that's not all this is my story
I mean I love divergent and the fault in our stars as much as the next girl but that's not real
this doesn't seem like it but it is
this is my story more specifically my love story my name is Dawn Summers
I have long brown hair and brown eyes
I'm a singer
tomboy
geek
nerd
weird
some might say beutiful and strong
but I'm broken
I lost my mom 3 years ago
she kept me together made me happy and she died
in front of me
my father never healed I sorta did
but he thinks it's my fault she's dead
so he abuses me
I heal really fast
I don't know why I just do
I like to think it's a gift but he always hurts me no matter how fast I heal it's not fast enough
To me my "home" is no where but my thoughts, the house is just a house or well....My personal hell
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