spousal abuse

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I was five When my world first shattered My father told me I was different
The beauty of fateis what binds us together.It sews you and I into the fabric,well, what little is left, that makesthe remainder of our humanity.  
Walks up,coughs into the microphone,the audience shuts up,and I say:remember the 1990s?remember childhood?remember all of the TV shows that used to be on?
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