![]() I was down in the dungeons of my mind from mid oneteen to twelve, for a year. We hopped schools a lot and moved a bunch but now that my Mom was on her own, working so much to get us all raised up and finally free - now we could be she still couldn’t make ends meet in the eyes of the state. My Mom, a newly liberated single woman with four children working four jobs. ![]() The way I saw it every councilor, every teacher, every adult that passed by was a possible abductor waiting for the right moment to rip us all apart. I just wasn’t able to bask in the warmth of the word “safe”. The long slog to twelve and a half and thirteen was spent blacked out. Right before I turned twelve everything goes black. Once I turned oneteen I had been moved out of the haunted house into another big house but this one was split up into 4 sections. I remember turning ten I was so excited to hit the double digits.
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