Don't look ahead

Don't look ahead

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Thirteen. A girl's downfall. I can't see what's infront of me. The alcohol does something to me, it makes me forget everything. Everything, is what I want to forget. All that's happened to me is just purely bad luck. I wish I had the luck of a clover. At least clovers can live peacefully, across the fields in harmony. But instead, I didn't even have a chance of living peacefully, across the world in harmony. "Suck it up." My mother said. "Stop crying, you look stupid." My father said. My older brother never spoke to me. [ TW: Mentions of Self Harm, Sexual Assault, Hallucinations / Derealisation, suicidal thoughts] [English isn't my first language so please don't mind the grammar mistakes]
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