and the truth comes out.
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i never got the chance to just be a kid, a genuinely happy, carefree, kid.
my "dad" left right after i was born, though i'm glad he did. he was an abuser, a bad drinker.
i'm not gonna tell you my whole life story... not just yet, that is.
some of these i came up with right off the top of my head.
i don't know if i should write some more or just publish it like how it is now, let me know!
so here it goes...
15 years of hell.
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