The ghosts perspective
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Last published Thu, Jul 4, 2019
My mother and father divorced when I was 4 the last contact I got with my father was when I was 6. The man was a short tempered , abusive man and he was the one behind some of my scars I still have to this day .
My family and I have moved around a lot of times . I've been to 7 primary schools and right now I'm in year seven at a middle school . I wish I wasn't hear though, and how I got hear was traumatising . This was something no one should have to go though , but I did and I felt like a ghost just having to watch. Not being able to do or say anything to anyone, and even now I'm still not able to give my full ghost perspective but I can write a bit of it .
And hears how it started...
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