My dad started drinking and doing a lot of drugs by the time I was six. He then started to abuse me. And I would get hit for talking. I was told he was going to kill me and my mom. I would be scared to sleep. Then one night I was lifted and a gun was to my head. All because of a drug deal gone wrong.
After all of that I still loved him.

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