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| So why don't you start by telling me your childhood as far back as you can remember. | |
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| At age 3, I tried to slit my own wrists. I was sick of my fathers's frequent rapes and senseless beatings. | |
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| eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee | |
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| At age 4, I witnessed my Mom gang raped by an outlaw motorcycle gang. Forever after that day she blamed me for it. | |
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| sssssssssssssssssssssssssssss | |
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| At age 5, I declared war on the world. Only to have my name despised and hated by all who ever hear it! Is it me or is it cold in here? | |
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