Everybody's got a secret. Whether it's good or bad is up for grabs. But everybody's got a secret. This is a simple truth of the world, as I see it.
Just yesterday I was expected to get in a fight with some girl who had knocked me over in the hallway. Any other girl in my school would have starting shit talking and reaching for her weave. I didn't because, one, it was an complete accident, and two, for all I know her parents could beat her and going to school gets her away from it.
Yeah, that probably wasn't the case, but you never know. I guess I just expect everyone to be living in the worst case senario.
I've got a secret too.
It's not too bad. I don't wake up in the middle of the night screaming about it. I don't even cry about it anymore. I do, however, lie and my bed and try to figure out why he left. Sometimes when I get really bad I start to blame myself.
I sobbed when he left. My brother told him to never come back. I guess I was too little to understand that he was bad. When he left I didn't see an alcoholic pig leaving us alone, all I saw was my daddy leaving me.
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