From my end here I still haven't figured out the way to answer Damian, maybe because I don't have a chiseled mouth like his sister. But right now am puffed up inside of me that if I can lay hands on a broken bottle,I will rip out his intestine.
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But my mouth deceived me, my quietness has earned me all this oppression and I long for the day I can finally speak out. The day never came.
And again he brought another woman home today,I cried as usual, couldn't hold my tears anymore, the broken bottle did it. Not me.