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Being made a fool of. Getting hurt from the day I was able to walk. Probably until the day I die. Being blamed for *****I didn't do. Being hit for *****I didn't know exist. Hair pulling. Chairs being thrown. Mother with black eye. Running mascara that I used to play With. 5 years old almost molested. Hit by a man. A friend of my mother. But one hit to his head wouldn't work. Sad, depressed,broken,destroyed. A little girl shouldn't be put through. Mother used to leave for two weeks. Then return with her tainted breathe of liquor. Flying high in the sky. Off of whatever she took that night. Me calling my father over and over and over. For what. They weren't together. How should he know where she was? Tears racing down my face. Heart breaking in my chest. I write this, Memories flow. My body is shaking just remembering. My childhood? I didn't have a childhood. I raised two little brothers. I was only a little girl. I shouldn't have done that. Forced to not see my dad for 2 years. He didn't do nothing about it. So why do I sit here and remember the past. Because my past haunts me. Because my past threatens me. I know that just by my mother picking up Another cup of liquor or smoking another blunt, My past will then be my present then forever after that.
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