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. But hey, that's livin'. At least you got some memories out of it, I will share some of mine with you then. My first girlfriend was abused by her dad (beaten), we were just kids like 10 or w/e, when we turned 12 they moved out, learned from my mom (who is a teacher) that she went
les bous, entered a lesbian street gang, got everything pierced, and became a drug addict. Apparently, her father would beat her because he was afraid she would lose her "innocence" to me, at 10-years-old FFS, after they moved he continued to beat her until one day she ran away from home, because my country kinda forces teenagers into public school, my mom got to teach her in high school and learned all that (she was in highschool while I was at college, so she was held back at least 3 times). Like Jesus Fucking Christ, still love her as a friend, but god damn I still can't help but feel sorry for her. Life is a struggle I'm just happy I got lucky.