parental abuse

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I am Ukrainian. Russian was the first language I learned, English was the second.
I feel I feel I feel farther I'd fall if I was falling
Sucking in the scent through swollen red nostrils.
Why must happiness be so hard but grief and hatred so great. Why must we learn or except our fate? I feel like crying, I feel like dieing. A knife separates my heart apart.
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