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What a difference a day makes. A threatening reminder through the door. I think I'll get a camera and if I don't phone the police my mum will. I though see had gone. His drunken slurs talk of Co-habitation. And for safety I'd consider. It reminds us of who we are. Shit scared. Don't deny it. Until I speak it here it's hardly forgotten. I should say thank-you too. I'm not evil. Practice would be light. It has replaced an old habit and became a need. A happy realisation. What a difference a day makes. I'd take my son and run for the hills. Preferably with a farm. This place is a mess. I'm just trying to find a balance. He reminds me of various pasts. Who knows what works. Your like nothing else. I still worry about my sister. If only I was brave. They are disgusted. This may be my punishment. I used to just look at you. Hoping for a decent night out soon. None of this can end well. Except for the light. Keep shining. What a difference.

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<Deleted User> (6895)

Sun 2nd Dec 2012 16:22

Our sincere sympathies.
As long as the fists are left out of it
that is some consolation for you.xx

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