Every night from the time I was two my father has beaten me. He beat my sister and my mother because I was born. He would throw me across the castle rooms and laugh as I would crash into the stone walls. The only peace I found each day was when I was with my… Continue reading My life Story
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Tall wild grass Delicious lilacs Just relax, lay back
The secret
“Truth, truth in the midst of lies.”Her child eyes looked about where she was, her voice tender as well as scolding. She was but only seven yet wise beyond her years. Some would later say, ‘Seven going on Seventy.”