Fight
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My real father always told me “you must fight to live and you live to fight” I never knew how right he was until I was 7 and his lifestyle caught up to him and I was dragged in I guess you could say I was doomed from the beginning being an only daughter and having a mother who was so devastated about her husband she drowned herself in alcohol. Ten years later I had to get out of the hell place I’ve regrettably had to call home. So I got my mom’s signature became an early adult and moved out. Moved away… I moved an hour away to Oakland Pennsylvania, A busy town where no one knows anyone and that’s how I like it. No one knows me and it will stay like that.
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My whole 17 years I never knew my birth father. My mother always said he was a piece of shit. At night I hear her drinking and using. She never was a good mother to me. always beating on me. I am Tate Trager. I ride a 69 red Dyna and work at a club. My mother told the own to out me to use since I have a good body. he felt bad for me so he gave me a job as a bartender at the Jollybean. the girls treat me like family. They let me crash at their places when I don't want to go home.

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