Kh, when you punched the hole in our bedroom wall I should have let you live with it. See the fucking shit for what it was. Your destruction. But I fucking protected you. It's what I did. I cleaned up the mess and put a red, black and green flag over it so we wouldn't have to see it. I swept your shit under the rug like it was nothing. It wasn't nothing. Your abuse wasn't nothing. It was something.
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