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After my mom died my dad started drinking. On some days he'd dress me up as a girl and then he'd rape me on other days he'd tie me to a chair and beat me with anything he could get his hands on. I tried running away once but I was young and had no place to go so I'd always wonder back. It wasn't any better at school either. Before school, after achool, during school. They'd always find me. They'd hit me, punch me, call me horrible names and no one ever found out or at least they never cared. And I lived like that for most of my pitiful, useless, worthless life. But who cares anyway I'm just one person in a world filled with billions of people. Just another stranger you'd pass on the streets. Just another player in this game we call life...

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  • I'm so sorry that happened to you

  • You're not worthless. But no one can help you if you don't ask for help.

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