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The Beginning.

Most people have happy memories like their first birthday party, their first sleepover, the first time there parents took them to learn how to drive, I remember the first time I was molested, the first time my parents lashed out on me after beating each other, the first time I had to go into school to explain to the teachers why I cringe in fear when they go to touch me. Try being in class in front of all the other kids with seeping wounds on your back from the night before and an encounter with mom angry after work drunk with the leather belt your teacher puts his hand on your back so your run to the bathroom to cry in terror that someone is going to find out. Intrigued figured you might be but have no fear this is not your normal bulshit story and I am not your average Bitch this is going to be the raw deal and if you don’t like this shit then don’t follow it you want someone to talk to message me you want to share my story share it