Things weren't as bad as it seemed, when he was there he would make me food. It still was not the same, I still needed more my mom. Who asked me how my day went every day- even if she knew it was getting on my nerve. Who would always know when I felt down and always cheer me up, who paid all her things and made sure to not make me worried with the money. Who acted like a parent.
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My Truth Untold
Non-FictionThis book isn't for others. Usually, I write intending to help others pass through hard stuff and understand how precise situations can be felt. But this one, this book is different. This book is to help me. May I kill this beast, slowly eating me...
