Bruises
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my father gets drunk and beats me, everyday of my life since I was seven years old, my mum up and left when I was just three years old I am the spitting image of my real parents that never wanted me so they gave me up to there friends that always wanted a family and couldn't have kids. Here's where my story begun I lived in Tulsa, Oklahoma and that's where I had never been to school or had hardly any friends. When I met a gang who appeared to be nice but tough I decided to run away from home to the Curtis house. My so called parents didn't give a damn I lived in the hood and up four houses from Johnny's house he always wondered what happened in my house when I told the gang they took me in like a little sister.
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My life used to be pretty boring. Everything was average. Normal family, normal looks, normal house, normal job, normal life. The only non-boring aspect of my life was my best friend which was only because she always managed to mess it up somehow. I didn't really mind much because it kept things interesting. That is until she disappeared leaving me to care for her fatherless child with nothing more than a few hundred pounds and a sorry note. She did ruin my old life. She ruined everything that I'd actually cared for. My parents hated the fact that I was 'throwing my life away' for a child that wasn't mine. Not to mention illegally. I dyed my hair blue in rebellion. My own way of saying "F*CK YOU!" ...They kicked me out shortly after. I couldn't find a decent job in the area and the rumors became so vicious that I just left and never looked back. Old life: Destroyed, unraveled, completely gone. Let's see how long my new life lasts shall we?

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