Beaten Love
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Last published Tue, Jul 30, 2013
What did I do to deserve any of this? Constantly beaten day after day. Harry Styles the bully and his know-it-all friends make sure to make my life living hell. And I have no idea why. My step dad took full custody over me when my mom died... Drank his emotions away. Now, I don't think I have ever seen him sober enough to know what he was doing. Harry. I know I we weren't entirely together, but I thought he liked me back. Turns out he was only using me. Breaking my heart to help him gain his bad boy image. But, I think I still Love him.
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