angelareaves1954
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Broken glass I had no warm and tender arms to ever comfort me only broken glass no real father no real mother 9nly a father who touched me in unmarked areas then payed for his sin with a small piece of change always running to arms to wound me... – *by Angela reaves*	0 Views added 9 months ago	Rating

I had no warm and tender arms to ever comfort me only broken glass no real father no real mother 9nly a father who touched me in unmarked areas then payed for his sin with a small piece of change always running to arms to wound me...

– by Angela reaves

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