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i live to tell...
i was three feet from the floorgasping for airtrying to release my father's hands from my throati looked into his eyesand wondered, if my feet would ever touch the floor againhave you ever been hit so hard, that is sends your body flying across the room?we all fall to the floor at some pointits how you pick yourself upthats the real challengeisn't it?i've always lived in my own worldtrying to escape my troubles but i've learnedthat there's light even in the darkest placesi can't blame my father for anythingyour can't rely on other people to make you happy but i know deep down insidethat he loved me......heard that & thought it was amazing.
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