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Abused

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"My name is Josh Green and just 13."
A boy name Josh green is abused by his father, John Green  Everyday Josh has to clean the whole house with blood gushing from his veins while his father laughing at his pain. Josh is physically abused. Sometimes his father kidnaps others to abuse and that nags at Josh. All Josh wants is all this torture to end.

Will it ever end. . .?
Will I have to endure this pain forever. . .?
Can I get one breathe of fresh air. . .?
What will happen in the future. . .?  
Will anything happen in the future. . .?All Rights Reserved

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