There's monsters in my head, there's monsters in my mind.Thought they were helping, thank you so much for being kind.I've been shattered and battered,my body abused and splattered. my father hates me,even wishes he didn't help create me.Father wants control, Mums not here right now.I wanna live life happy,please someone show me how.This is the end of poem, the end of my story.
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My story
Short StoryThis is a little bit about me, feel free to ask any questions and i might add more later...... not that anyone cares
