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    The document is a first-person account of growing up in an abusive household. The narrator describes their father as a "monster" who psychologically and physically abused the narrator, their mother, and siblings. Childhood was filled with restrictions, punishments, and witnessing horrors. As a teen, the narrator rebelled against their family and faith, feeling ashamed. Though hope persisted, the narrator felt like an outcast and gave themselves away seeking love. Throughout the darkness, brief moments of solace, like a school play, provided fleeting joy.

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    The document is a first-person account of growing up in an abusive household. The narrator describes their father as a "monster" who psychologically and physically abused the narrator, their mother, and siblings. Childhood was filled with restrictions, punishments, and witnessing horrors. As a teen, the narrator rebelled against their family and faith, feeling ashamed. Though hope persisted, the narrator felt like an outcast and gave themselves away seeking love. Throughout the darkness, brief moments of solace, like a school play, provided fleeting joy.

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    The document is a first-person account of growing up in an abusive household. The narrator describes their father as a "monster" who psychologically and physically abused the narrator, their mother, and siblings. Childhood was filled with restrictions, punishments, and witnessing horrors. As a teen, the narrator rebelled against their family and faith, feeling ashamed. Though hope persisted, the narrator felt like an outcast and gave themselves away seeking love. Throughout the darkness, brief moments of solace, like a school play, provided fleeting joy.

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    Lory

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    The document is a first-person account of growing up in an abusive household. The narrator describes their father as a "monster" who psychologically and physically abused the narrator, their mother, and siblings. Childhood was filled with restrictions, punishments, and witnessing horrors. As a teen, the narrator rebelled against their family and faith, feeling ashamed. Though hope persisted, the narrator felt like an outcast and gave themselves away seeking love. Throughout the darkness, brief moments of solace, like a school play, provided fleeting joy.

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    Fifty and Dead

    Drained Life of Love & Meaning


    "It was once just mom, dad, and me. I loved
    mom fiercely, but dad was a monster
    in my eyes. Childhood dreams
    were shattered as I grew up,
    leaving behind a tangled
    mess of resentment
    and sorrow. Hate
    replaced love,
    and the world
    turned gray."

    - embrace the scars, for they bear


    witness to the strength of your
    enduring spirit.
    "School was a
    battleground of
    limitations, tainted
    with his unreasonable
    conditions. I was
    forbiden joining sports
    because it was too
    inconvenient, and
    disuaded from joining
    marching band becase
    we'd neber aford the
    cost of an instrument.
    That one time I tried
    for cheerleading, I was
    forced to donn the
    longest skirt, only to
    quit in quiet rebellion.
    My spirit stifled and
    silenced."
    - in defiance lies the seeds of
    self-discovery; your spirit
    will not be silenced.
    D
    "Dad's twisted games forced me to be a
    snitch, a traitor to my own mother. The
    burden of tracking her every move,
    noting every outfit she wore, weighed
    heavily on my young shoulders. And if
    his food was burnt, punishment
    followed, swift and brutal."
    "The walls of our home
    concealed a living nightmare.
    Abuse, both physical and
    psychological, became the
    haunting rhythm of my days.
    I witnessed horrors that no
    child should bear. Mom, the
    one who sought to provide a
    better life for her family,
    endured his vicious fists in
    the darkness of night."

    - from darkness, strength emerges; I carry


    the light to heal the wounds of the past.
    M
    "My mother was my pillar of
    strength, but even pillars can
    crumble. She saved our dogs from
    his fury, abandoning them far away,
    perhaps to shield them from his
    wrath. Yet, no escape was ever
    enough. He unleashed his rage upon
    them, upon us."
    "However, whithin all the chaos, a fleeting
    memory shines like a distant star. A
    Christmas achool play where I found
    solace in the spotlight, filling in for an
    absent classmate and living a scripted
    fantasy.But even that joy was swallowed by
    the relentless darkness that engulfed us."
    - Amid chaos, find the glimmering stars of solace, for
    they hold the power to script your own destiny.
    M
    "My younger brother
    suffered his share of
    blows, and in those
    moments, I became
    both protector and
    betrayer. A mix of guilt
    and fear dictated my
    choices. And my sister,
    drowning in tears,
    trapped us all in a
    fragile dance, where
    the slightest misstep
    invited pain."
    Childhood dreams were
    shattered as I grew up,
    leaving behind a
    tangled mess of
    resentment and
    sorrow."

    - rise above the ruins of shattered


    dreams and weave a tapestry of
    resilience.
    "In my own private revolt, I rebelled against
    everything – parents, norms, and faith. But
    my rebellion was tainted with guilt. As I
    turned away from God, I felt like I had
    failed the heavens themselves. Ashamed of
    my actions, I felt like I had brought shame
    upon my family and myself."

    - rise above the ruins of shattered


    dreams and weave a tapestry of
    resilience.
    H
    "High school was a merciless
    arena. I became the one they
    mocked – the pregnant girl, an
    outcast bearing the weight of love
    and hope within me."
    "I never truly knew what
    love was, nor did I grasp
    the concept of
    self-respect. I wandered
    without a compass,
    without purpose; existing
    rather than truly living.
    Desperately searching for
    the missing piece of my
    broken self, I sought for
    love anywhere, gave
    myself away to anyone
    who offered me affection,
    blindly."

    - amidst the fragments, find


    wholeness within my own being.
    "Yet, amidst it all,
    an ember of hope
    flickered in the
    depths of my being.
    Though I couldn't
    quite comprehend it,
    hope persisted, a
    fragile thread
    holding me together,
    even in the darkest
    moments."

    - nurture the flickering ember of hope, for it


    shall illuminate your path through the darkest
    of times.
    Fifty and Dead
    Drained Life of Love & Meaning

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