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since the very start all I had was myself all the shit you did to me not only physical but mentally too, I was only 7 thinking this was the way of life, if I had never stuck up for myself you'll still be doing it to this day, you out of my life but this shit still effects me, I find it hard to express my feelings open up to the ones who are there for me, you were meant to be my dad but you made sure I was black and blue,
mum working shifts not a clue what was happening you made it seem like I was troubled and made any bullshit excuse to put It on me, I was scared you would kill me if I said a word, till the day you kicked me in front of my friends that was the day when i hit you... you collapsed to the floor... i thought i killed you i ran to the park people staring as i was crying but no one came to see if i was okay at that point i made a promise to stick to myself and trust no one, couple of months my dad was gone i felt like i was on my own battling on my own tried to find a cure to this anger i felt inside, first it started with weed, then other drugs came along didn't feel myself but at that point i didn't wanna know myself people promising me i ain't alone, foster care at age 14 couldn't cope alone