Random Violence

Random violence was what seemed to happen with my parents. Out of the blue, things happened that weren’t okay. Did they really happen? Are they okay? Are they acceptable behaviour? They made me feel like I’d done something wrong, when actually, none of it was my fault. I’ve added some self love at the end. I’ve blotted out my name from the hearts because some people don’t know the real me and I’m fearful of them finding out.

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