Gripping My Arm, Mother Held It In

Inside, My Soul Became So Cold I Hated Everything. I Even Despised The Sun, For I Knew I Would Never Be Able To Play In Its Warm Presence. I Cringed With Hate Whenever I Heard Other Children Laughing, As They Played Outside. My Stomach Coiled Whenever I Smelled Food That Was About To Be Served To Somebody Else, Knowing It Wasn't For Me.

I Was Abused My Family Was The "brady Bunch

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David What Your Mother Did To You Was Wrong. Verry Wrong.no Child Deserves To Be Treated Like That. She's Sick.

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