This is my life
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this is a autobiography this is my life i don't tell many people about my life cause I don't think it's that interesting maybe you will find it interesting.
(I asked my mom if I could stay at my dads for the night she said no. I asked if I could get my aunt to take me. she took me to my dads house which was maybe 20 miles away once I seen my dad I was so happy and could help but hug him tight. he said he was going to go out with some friends. I had the whole house to myself until he got back. I heard a knock on the screen door. I opened it and it was drunk dad "oh no"
I hate when he's drunk he always gets angry but this time it was different I seen lust in his eyes. that wasn't a good sign. I let him in and shut the door behind me he put his hand on my hip and started touching me. "HELP" I screamed. it felt like no one could her me.
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