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Broken

Only fragments of memories of childhood remain; yet whatever all happened back then; has made me insane.

My father was a drunk and a sick sick, money hungry man. He believed his children should make him a profit anyway they can.

All the valium and hard booze takin in by age 5 probably has something to do with my lack of memories right? No. It's because they are buried deep....far from sight.

The damages done won't and don't seem to get any better or lessen over time. At the age of 43 I'm starting to believe I will never be fine.

After years of therapy; my nightmares finally eased up but that's about the only thing that seemed to fade, all the other trauma latched on to me and decided to stay.

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