I left home at 12 to find a place to live to go someplace i wouldn't get beat to get away from him I went out in the streets until i met a man he wore nice clothes and was sweet to me and held me by the hand he took me in and saved me or so i thought until he bought me a new look that made it look like he was my pimp i wouldn't stand on the corner or get down on my knees so i got a beating and i knew i'd have to leave at 13 i walked the streets and slept next to a dumpster i had no food or money so i went to look for my mother at 14 i moved in with her and thought that things were great until she brought more drugs in and i knew it was to late once i got hooked i would never be the same bad choices and failures i couldn't escape this game so i went to a church where i got some help i take care of myself now and even pay the bills sure i get some help from time to time and then i know it was good i left because i'm a better adult than i otherwise would have been
Reason for writing:
yes, i'm 17, but that's just me. too grown for my own good.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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