I am writing this at the age of 21 now, All my life things have been constantly getting screwed up. I remember when everything started course most people remember when the pain starts. Pain clings to a person a hell of a lot tighter then then any good thought feeling, or memory. My story began when I was nine or ten years old. I was living with both of my parents my older sister and older brother as well as my twin sister. We lived in a four bedroom house with neighbors on either side of us. the neighbors to the right of my house had been long time family friends. They were an older couple answered to the names of Steve and Lorraine. Read more »

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