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Ongoing, First published Nov 09, 2014
My name is Carrie and I am 13 in the 8th grade.I go to Rkms and my mom do not care about me.she don't care about me because I do a little weed.my mom also think I am ugly.she told me that she don't want to see me until I stop doing weed and take care of myself.but I had to stay with my dad and he did drugs.my dad also liked to beat me.my sister stay with my dad to but he do not beat her.he also take me to school and people would make fun of me because my dad do drugs.they also make fun of me because my mom left me.they also say that is why u get beat your sister tell me you get beat.then I would go home to my dad and I would go in my room and cry.then my dad will always walk in my room and say why are you crying.then I say because they make fun of me at school and he says get over it then I say I can't it happen every day and then he hits me and say get over it
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