My
past;;
I dread from my past. Just thinking about it brings tears to my
eyes. I guess I should explain, so here it is. When I was younger I
used to get abused. For 4 years of my life I thought I would die.
My mother's boy friend abused me since the week I met him. He
would throw glass cups and bowls at my head. I would have bruises
all over my body. He would drag me around the house by my hair. I
would get locked in a small closet for days. I didn't think I
had a place on this earth other then the scratches and cuts on my
body. He would tie me up like a pig and put tap on my mouth and
laugh at me, I was so scared. I wondered what life would be up in
heaven with god away from the abuse. I just wanted someone to save
me.
-ArianaGx3
My past;; I dread from my past. Just thinking about it brings
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Feb 9, 2011 12:27am
