It all started when my parents split up. My father was a drugie and an alcholic. My mom gave me and my brother everything. We mostly stayed with my nanny and poppy. They was our everything. We was kids, so we never caught on to the things happening. My brother was my bestfriend. I told him everything, but that all fell apart.
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Depression.
RandomFuck what the world expects. Look at all the things you've faced. You cracked, but you didn't break. I call that fearless.
