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All These Depressing Memories Are Coming Back

I know before I made a blog about my father. Before I begin at explain what happened to me Friday and what had me so depressed I must first tell you a little about my father. He was(not sure if he still is) a druggie. He did cocaine, and it messed him up. It's like all he cared about was the drugs. It consumed every aspect of his life. Sometimes I think that if he had to choose between the drugs and his children, he'd choose the drugs. One day when I was in about the third grade ( about 8 yrs old) I saw my dad abuse my mom. He choked her in front of us and he began to lift her off the floor.

All These Depressing Memories Are Coming Back

I know before I made a blog about my father. Before I begin at explain what happened to me Friday and what had me so depressed I must first tell you a little about my father. He was(not sure if he still is) a druggie. He did cocaine, and it messed him up. It's like all he cared about was the drugs. It consumed every aspect of his life. Sometimes I think that if he had to choose between the drugs and his children, he'd choose the drugs. One day when I was in about the third grade ( about 8 yrs old) I saw my dad abuse my mom. He choked her in front of us and he began to lift her off the floor.

All These Depressing Memories Are Coming Back

I know before I made a blog about my father. Before I begin at explain what happened to me Friday and what had me so depressed I must first tell you a little about my father. He was(not sure if he still is) a druggie. He did cocaine, and it messed him up. It's like all he cared about was the drugs. It consumed every aspect of his life. Sometimes I think that if he had to choose between the drugs and his children, he'd choose the drugs. One day when I was in about the third grade ( about 8 yrs old) I saw my dad abuse my mom. He choked her in front of us and he began to lift her off the floor.

All These Depressing Memories Are Coming Back

I know before I made a blog about my father. Before I begin at explain what happened to me Friday and what had me so depressed I must first tell you a little about my father. He was(not sure if he still is) a druggie. He did cocaine, and it messed him up. It's like all he cared about was the drugs. It consumed every aspect of his life. Sometimes I think that if he had to choose between the drugs and his children, he'd choose the drugs. One day when I was in about the third grade ( about 8 yrs old) I saw my dad abuse my mom. He choked her in front of us and he began to lift her off the floor.

All These Depressing Memories Are Coming Back

I know before I made a blog about my father. Before I begin at explain what happened to me Friday and what had me so depressed I must first tell you a little about my father. He was(not sure if he still is) a druggie. He did cocaine, and it messed him up. It's like all he cared about was the drugs. It consumed every aspect of his life. Sometimes I think that if he had to choose between the drugs and his children, he'd choose the drugs. One day when I was in about the third grade ( about 8 yrs old) I saw my dad abuse my mom. He choked her in front of us and he began to lift her off the floor.

All These Depressing Memories Are Coming Back

I know before I made a blog about my father. Before I begin at explain what happened to me Friday and what had me so depressed I must first tell you a little about my father. He was(not sure if he still is) a druggie. He did cocaine, and it messed him up. It's like all he cared about was the drugs. It consumed every aspect of his life. Sometimes I think that if he had to choose between the drugs and his children, he'd choose the drugs. One day when I was in about the third grade ( about 8 yrs old) I saw my dad abuse my mom. He choked her in front of us and he began to lift her off the floor.

All These Depressing Memories Are Coming Back

I know before I made a blog about my father. Before I begin at explain what happened to me Friday and what had me so depressed I must first tell you a little about my father. He was(not sure if he still is) a druggie. He did cocaine, and it messed him up. It's like all he cared about was the drugs. It consumed every aspect of his life. Sometimes I think that if he had to choose between the drugs and his children, he'd choose the drugs. One day when I was in about the third grade ( about 8 yrs old) I saw my dad abuse my mom. He choked her in front of us and he began to lift her off the floor.

All These Depressing Memories Are Coming Back

I know before I made a blog about my father. Before I begin at explain what happened to me Friday and what had me so depressed I must first tell you a little about my father. He was(not sure if he still is) a druggie. He did cocaine, and it messed him up. It's like all he cared about was the drugs. It consumed every aspect of his life. Sometimes I think that if he had to choose between the drugs and his children, he'd choose the drugs. One day when I was in about the third grade ( about 8 yrs old) I saw my dad abuse my mom. He choked her in front of us and he began to lift her off the floor.

All These Depressing Memories Are Coming Back

I know before I made a blog about my father. Before I begin at explain what happened to me Friday and what had me so depressed I must first tell you a little about my father. He was(not sure if he still is) a druggie. He did cocaine, and it messed him up. It's like all he cared about was the drugs. It consumed every aspect of his life. Sometimes I think that if he had to choose between the drugs and his children, he'd choose the drugs. One day when I was in about the third grade ( about 8 yrs old) I saw my dad abuse my mom. He choked her in front of us and he began to lift her off the floor.

All These Depressing Memories Are Coming Back

I know before I made a blog about my father. Before I begin at explain what happened to me Friday and what had me so depressed I must first tell you a little about my father. He was(not sure if he still is) a druggie. He did cocaine, and it messed him up. It's like all he cared about was the drugs. It consumed every aspect of his life. Sometimes I think that if he had to choose between the drugs and his children, he'd choose the drugs. One day when I was in about the third grade ( about 8 yrs old) I saw my dad abuse my mom. He choked her in front of us and he began to lift her off the floor.

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