when i was 8 years old my mom left for drugs....meth and ect.. then when i was twelve my dad got colon cancer...he deied when i was 14...i wached my dad slowly go in pain every day while goin from doctor to doctor and hospital to hospital.and every time was a rejection...he passed away two days after christmas. then i was adopted and taken in to a creppy house... they feed me good but just a creepy couple...then i started to get close to my uncle...for two years passing almost every weekend i went to his house...all of the sudden he raped me.. i tried to get contact with my mom and i found out she died 3 years after she left, and i still dont know how she died.. now i still live with the creeppy people who play mind games all day... oh well ..thats life | |
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