My Life Story
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"Have you ever heard people say 'I had a perfect childhood?' Well...that most definitely was not me. You see what I think, is no one has a perfect childhood. It might have been normal...but do not say perfect when it was not."
"Mine definitely had its ups and downs, it's twist and turns but whose doesn't. Matter of fact, I always told my story up to here, where I am but before I tell you my ending, let me tell you my beginning....."
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