The Middle Finger Process
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Last published Wed, Sep 11, 2019
One thing that I'll always remember people telling me when my dad was in the hospital, was that everyone has a story.
But I am not the person that has happened to just fall with fate.
Fate hates me.
I still remeber them telling me.
"You'll never be sane."
[This story is semi-fiction, which means it has some events happened in my everyday life.]
[WARNING: This story has abusive content & strong language]
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