my heroes are those kids who live thru each day with abusive parents. They have no say, they cant get away. They are subject to the evil whims of the sins of their tormentors. Somehow some of them survive. Some die. Those who go on to live, some turn out bad but some turn out ok. I dont care how they turned out. The fact that they survived at all is amazing to me....
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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