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- Parts 2
- Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published May 07, 2022
Mature
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When I was ten years old, I fell from a tree. My bloody hands and scraped knees were enough proof for my father to know that I was hurting. He helped me clean up the small amount of blood, and even bandaged my wounds. He told me that I would feel better in the morning, which for the most part I had.
At ten years old, I tried to take my own life because my internal wounds were not enough proof for my father to know that I was hurting. He did not help me clean up the internal mess, or bandage the mental wounds that I and others have created.All Rights ReservedTable of contents
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