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                            Derail

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My derail into insanity began when I was just three years old.

As a three year old I could comprehend a lot of things clearly, I never knew who my father was, all I ever knew whilst growing up was my mother and my little baby sister.

My sister was just six months old when it happened, when everything went to hell.

My mother was an alcoholic who drank a lot of booze, because of many bad life choices.

You know what they say about birds of the same feather who flock together, well my mom was a very good example of that " considering the kind of company she kept ".

My mother tended to have a lot of boyfriends in our shack, where they got drunk and shagged not caring about who was in the fucking room "AkA me".

And as someone who drank a lot, my mother tends to have a lot of violent episodes, where the recipient of said episodes were me.

She led a shady and shitty life, where everyday consisted of booze, sex, drugs, more sex and more drugs.

This things would surely leave a very deep scar in the mindset of any child and lucky me I was the unfortunate child.

I was the unfortunate recipient.

Does it make you angry, can you feel that feeling of revolt coming up.

you do don't you.

I can see it in your eyes

But you don't have to, she proved herself to me.