The breaking of me

The breaking of me

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All my life I've been asking why me? what did i do to be treated this way and why did they have to hurt me the way they did? Being the youngest out of 5 children has never been so easy, the constant teasing and constant fighting never really ceased to stop always once it started but it was the typical for me until my mom got married and fell in love but even I know as the years pass the fire in her eyes dies out with each passing year but life is about to be even harder for her because of what he did to me the way he touched and violated me but none seems to care, none sees the mask he wears and pretends to be the perfect father when all he is, is just a slob that likes to touch underage girls.
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I lost my mom at 11, that's when it started. My dad became a drunk and I was left to take care of my 3-month-old baby sister. Now I'm 23, graduated a few years ago and my sister, now 12, can understand what happened. She never fully understood when I needed someone to and I didn't have many friends that stuck around afterwards. Until I met him. We were friends first, then the feelings got deeper. He asked me to be his girlfriend. He was my first kiss, first date, first real friend, first love, everything. I loved him and I do. I've said it. Now all we do is fight. I don't know why we can't figure things out, but I can't take this fighting. I just want things to go back to the way things were. The way we used to be... Happy, carefree teens that pretended we had the whole world figured out.

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