Picking Up The Piecies
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I thought I had my whole life planned out with school and leaving as soon as I turn 18 but I was wrong. I am very tired of the beatings from my dad, tired of my parents sitting around and doing nothing, tired of living period. But if it wasn't for my little brother, i'd probably be out of this shit hole by now, after he was born... I knew that I had to stay and keep him safe, to keep him alive.
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