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Don't Let That Get to You


So much left in my head that won't go away, I can ay that I won't think about it 24/7 each times a day but I can't promise it, its left in my memory like a memory document.

People don't realize how much this has affected my life, for so long I thought that the way I was being taught and raised was asolutely right. Yet, it was all just a set up for me to be someone who turns out to  be no one.

A child becomes intelligent in some point of their life and knows what the Hell he or she is doing, but I didn't, my childhood was totally ruined.

Its not my fault for their mistakes, but what is, is if I let it get to me just as easily as what they did to get away with it.

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