Once you know it I was in the ground blinding and more of trying to catch some air. I couldn't understand why I was so in rage to fighting him back I just know he shouldn't ever mention my family and treated them like he knows them but he didn't so why was I so out of rage like I wouldn't let him live for what he said and more I feel like I can't even control myself for ripping his guts our even heart out of his chest. So in all cases I ended getting myself in a fight but rather lost in a less brutal way for e in another hand was blessed Ning from the chest from the sachets I left behind every I couldn't understand myself to why I felt pleasure on fighting People. Getting into trouble even nearly getting involved with gang leaders this was more saints ice that I can't even imagine doing but for some reason, I felt like what was the point to being good if no one even bothers to save me from the torch of the nightmare that I live in. Facing the same thing over and over at home made me realize I shouldn't care anymore for fuck sake she nearly killed me that morning
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The Story Of My Life
Non-Fiction"The Story Of My Life" is a non-fiction story that captures the background of my early childhood. You may had not know by reading this story you will be impacting my life. I simply start mentioning of how I felt down the stairs that dramatically eff...
