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Fathers Be Good To Your Daughters.

Every word that screamed into my ears, drowned out everything except this feeling of fear. He told me to runaway, he needed to wash his hands clean. Everything I aspired to be, was nothing he could ever see, and as he yelled he left a broken hearted little girl, when he yelled i was no long his world.I'm just some stupid addict, some low life on the street. No I'm not a human being who is capable to speak, feel, and breathe.





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