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• my troubled childhood.

  when i was a toddler we didnt have much money at all, my family lived in tennesse my father, an alcholic would bring over a handfull of his buddys from work on friday and they would not leave until monday for work they would drink...sleep...drink...sleep my mother would cook food for them,the little that we had, an c

  by xXxMandy-pantsxXx on Nov 3 1:13 PM, In Anger, Bullies, Cancer, Childhood, Fights, Hate, My life, My own, Pain, Torment.  800 words. → Make first comment?

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