Every day I sat in that house I began to lose myself piece by piece more and more everyday. My life had no meaning I had no calling no anything or anyone to call mine. Me and my sister were very distant we didn't talk much but she made sure I had something to eat and was at least looked over every few days. My mother worked as a stripper at Trixie's she didn't really care for us I always thought we were her loose ends that she never got rid of. I prayed every night for something more anything. death was very inviting at the time.
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Days past
Non-Fictiona story of a boy and girls life where their mother mistreated them unknowingly.
