A Proportion Of My Past

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"it's alright son, go on, do what I couldn't do... Follow your dreams." My mother's words echoed in my head as tears rolled down my cheecks. I quickly wiped them away, I have to be strong. Something my mother always lacked at. She willingly let that "father" of mine boss her around, like she was nothing. That, of course, until he got killed by a car when his stupid self thought it was a good idea to cross the street after drinking till 3 am. His death was the best thing that's happened to our family since I was born, and I was 15. After he was gone I thought my mother and I would get better. But she was too scared, she'd get sick all the time, cry all the time, and just was very weak. Good thing she made it to see me turn 19 years old. Anyways, away from my past, the present.

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