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Published: Nov 22, 2012

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Edit: A DLD? Please excuse me while I freak out (in a good way). Thank you!
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This is, I guess, a continuation from Baby blue eyes.
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There was originally a whole story to this, but in the end, I decided that all of the words added nothing.

So I cut until this was all I had left. I guess it would also have been an infringement of Someone's privacy.

This is for everyone who's gone through abuse of any kind. It makes me incredibly sad to realize that in some cases things could've been prevented... or at least people could have gotten help...

Comments and critique appreciated as always, although I understand it's fairly short & a touchy subject so there might not be too much to talk about. Thank you for reading.