Beautiful Life
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Last published Thu, Nov 20, 2014
When I was 16 I got emancipated. I lived with my mother anyway because I was afraid she'd drink herself to death. As soon as I turned 18, I got the hell out of there. But not before I almost beat my mother to death. I didn't even look back twice. I just left her there. I've had nightmares about it every night. I'm 22 now. I box for a living. I go to college and pass easily. I don't have a room mate because the human population in general pisses me off. But how can I continue to live with my past?
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