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I came from a broken home with only one parent loving me.

Moved in with my grandparents while dad went to "School" 

"School" is what they called prison for us

Dad didn't even do anything wrong!

Mom just lied and lied

Grandma and Grandpa became protective

Grew up with four uncles and one auntie

Could have grown up with Dad too but no

 Been made fun of for not have parents 

Been told I was different and accepted it

I've been broken down by this

I've become stronger 

I help those who struggle 

I keep moving forward without looking back. 

I'm now surrounded by love of my dad's side of the family 

Still, dislike by mom and now sister. 

But my dad loves me and that's all that matters

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