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bad mother
Don’t worry about me im fine, its only been afew hours in the dirt, in the rain, with all this pain coz your fuckin insane, bashing your kids up, its to late, the damage has already been done, why don’t you give me a fucking gun, Ill blow my head off, im tiered of this shit, sick of all this screaming and yelling, why don’t you go back to hospital, at least that way well feel safe.

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