when I was 3

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when I was 3 my dad left but very few people know that how can I compete with every one else I had 1 parent. but now I know it was for the best. he still doesn't think Im his kid. he loved drugs and alcohol. and I was a disappointment.  was bullied and no body hade faith until I met S.T and E.M (sorry no names) they saved me one had 1 parent and the other was adopted. hey good thins do happen everyday. I love u but now u don't talk to me. next page is when I was 5

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