This life i live, is not what others think it is
its not full of love or one of those sob storys
mine is an actual reality
my entire life has been one huge
repeating nightmare
abuse and control is all they care about
abusing me to control how my life is going to go
how its suppose to go
friends help, but the images and memories are still there
i didnt even have good memories when i was little
my brothers being abused, is planted into my mind, forever
but like i said this is no sob story, this is my life, which is no story
its a part of me of who i am, what makes me, me.
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