Nobody Knew. Nobody Told.
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Maybe this is why I have so many issues. Maybe my therapist told me to write to help say how I really feel. Maybe I thought hey I should just publish this and see how far it goes. Enjoy I guess.
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I know theres not a ton of detail in this story. I repressed a lot of my childhood memories and tend to rely on my sisters to help me remember what all has happened.
I'm aware this may seem to look odd for me to share something like this. All of the many things that have affected me and formed many of my problems now. But I just wanted my story out there. I don't know why.
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