When I met my mom we talked for hours and everday.I only new her for 4 months She died in 2003.My dad is a drunk.He beat us girls,beat his wife and raped and got me knocked up at 16 just like he did to my mom.I felt lost and new that i DID'NT BELONG BUT MY MOM HELPED ME ANSWER THE SEDRETS.
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