skalie
the honourable
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I started saving them myself, I'd cut them from hats or clothes that were being thrown out and now and then, if we stayed in one place long enough to make a friend, a friend would give me one. I had quite the collection of patches in a few short years until one day daddy spotted them, took them away and burnt them in a pile doused with gasoline in the driveway. I was 12 almost 13 yo. I expressed no emotion, to do so was weak in daddys eyes, but inside I raged. I stopped giving a fuck about patches that day and daddy stopped buying them for me after that also.
That is so incredibly fucked up.
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