My horrible life
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Ongoing9m
Last published Sat, Jan 4, 2014
When I was little I was beaten by my dad at least once a week. He's a drunk, does dip (tobacco), and didn't have a job. I cry when nobody's looking. Do you know that? Do you? Of course you don't. I'm now twelve years old. My dad started beating me when I was two, and told me to never tell anyone. Do you want to know what happened?
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