How I was raised
SHOUTING, SCREAMING, STOMPING YELLING, THREATENING, FIGHTING LOUD, LOUD, TOO LOUD NO NEED TO SHOUT ME, ME, ME IN THIS WORLD, THERE'S ONLY ME THE ENTIRE WORLD, ALL YOU CAN SEE IS BOTH AGAINST AND AROUND ME TEMPER TANTRUMS LEFT AND RIGHT ONLY I AM RIGHT NO NEED TO FIGHT i thought i that was the child but then i realised it's never me it's always her i was raised by a child
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