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I love how everytime I come home..It's a new fight...It's always my fault even if I'm not there...I hae comming home to cry and force myself not to cut. It's great. Anyone who walks in can feel the tense between the four of us. Everything we say is like walking on eggshell. I can't take it anymore..I should just pack my things and run away. I've done it before and no one cared. I just don't know what to do anymore. It's almost as if at any moment I'm expecting them to throw a knife if my back. Only one year and eight months left till I can leave forever </3
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