My death
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I have the perfect family... We play together, we love each other... Or so I thought. I walked home from school thinking why didn't mom pick me up I go home and she is drinking beer, lots of it. Then I start being abused... Hit, kicked, slapped, I don't have a family any more.
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My whole 17 years I never knew my birth father. My mother always said he was a piece of shit. At night I hear her drinking and using. She never was a good mother to me. always beating on me. I am Tate Trager. I ride a 69 red Dyna and work at a club. My mother told the own to out me to use since I have a good body. he felt bad for me so he gave me a job as a bartender at the Jollybean. the girls treat me like family. They let me crash at their places when I don't want to go home.

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