The Boy Who Ran

The Boy Who Ran

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Hi! My name is Amir I'm 18 years old I dint have any siblings, but I do have two moms. I deal with depression and anxiety, one of my moms are a drug addict and my other mom is an alcoholic. About 10 years ago they started they're addictions, I tried to suggest help but they don't want any. I don't go to school because one of my moms are afraid to let me go. The alcoholic is the one that wont let me go, her name is Hestia. I also get abused by the drug addict, her name is Mary. We're broke because my moms used all of our money on drugs and alcohol. So I have to work 3 jobs and I have to sneak out every day and night, so I wont get caught for leaving. I don't talk to anyone at my job about my life, the only thing that they know is that I have two moms and thats all. One time one of my friends asked if she could come over I said no, I told her that I was moving so she couldn't come over. I do hate lying to people.
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