Ink Splattered Across A Blank Page.
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this is an autobiography.
This is the story of my life and how I had to grow up at a young age. this is the story of the mistakes I've made and the things I've had to deal with. this is the only time where I'm going to let it all out. you'll get the good, the bad, and the ugly from me. I'm not a bad person. I just make mistakes like everyone else does. So, don't think anything less of me. I'm improving myself. I'm trying to be better. And to the people I've hurt along the way, I'm sorry. Names in this will be the same but only because most of these people aren't in my life anymore and I want people to know how sorry I am to them. And I want the ones who have hurt me to know I forgive them but I won't except them back in my life.
//the only name that will be changed is my sexual assaulters name. I do not forgive him!//
this book includes:
-physical abuse
-mental abuse
-sexual assault
-self harm
-depression
-toxic relationships
-A bad family life
etc.
--If any of this upsets you or triggers you then don't read--
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