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The Past Is Still a Part of Me

I couldn't save my dad... I trust so easily I up my life.. I get ed over so much... Ive been raped 3 times... Ive been pregnant before... Ive almost committed suicide more times then i can count, Ive cut myself before... Im... Im a ****... Im a sex addict... And that scares the living hell out of me.... I have a REALLY ed up past... My mom will never love and accept me for who I am, my mom will never be proud of me... My mom will never understand me. All my life I have been judged because that's the kind of people I was raised around, and that's not right. You shouldn't judge a book by it's cover. A lot of people say that I look young and/or innocent, and they judge that based on how I look but they never stop to ask about me, they ask how I'm doing, but all I have to do is say a polite "I'm doing good" and theyre satisfied. And that makes me sad.

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Date: 3/27/2020 12:03:00 AM
"At any given moment you have the power to say: this is not how the story is going to end. " Lots of hurdles, defeats and pain, that's life... The day we understand, we get the power to change.
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