Tell me why

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MatureComplete Wed, Jul 10, 2024<5 mins

I had to get away. It's all that mattered. No more abuse, no more scraps of food, no more empty beer bottles. I was going to be someone, someone who wasn't constantly living in fear every single time he walked through the front door. I was going to be a painter. This didn't have to be my reality anymore. No. Goodbye pain. Hello future.

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