Many Black Eyes....

Growing up I always had bruises and black eyes. It was hella bad.  My father had a way of expressing himself with using his fist. No matter what I did or said, or what I didn’t do or say it seemed that I always got his fist for something or another. My father didn’t know how to control his anger at all, and I guess I was always in the wrong place at the wrong time.


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1 Response May 22, 2009

I know exactly how you feel Ive had plenty, its easier to count days I havent had them