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It's horrible being ashamed of someone you care about it eats away at you. And if you let it get to you, if you give up the fight and surrender, eventually that shame turns to hate.

Tabitha Suzuma

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Tabitha Suzuma
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
Writer
London
England
Tabitha Sayo Victoria Anne Suzuma
Someone
Eventually
Give
Horrible
Care
Shame
Giving
Fight
Fighting
Turns
Eats
Hate
Ashamed
Away
Surrender

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