A Child Called it
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Última publicación lun, dic 7, 2015
"The word "It" he use, I am no longer a human being or have rights. I am just an "It" a thing not a real person. Just a thing. A thing who does the cooking, cleaning and washing in this house. What does he do? Drinks, gambled and go to bars hooking up with women. What worse can a child my age shall see? Well it just gets worse."
A Child called It. Is a book of my life, carrying around the journal of my life and maybe the last.(what are you saying? Introduce yourself.) My name is Taylor, Taylor Ross Drybones. I am nineteen years old and possibly a pansexual. Well if you gotta know you got to know me. (Go on.)
What I write here is no lie. But I am writing it all over again since it makes no sense. So yes it under edit it please bear with me. But don't worry I will continue writing. Trust me. But yes it is edited and continue just lie is keeping me on hold. Don't think it's on hold it is just being edited.
Thank you.
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