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It’s fucking with my head again

I think about them all day - every day since I went back to my home town and it never stops I always wonder what if things had gone differently. What would have life been like if I hadn’t of been abused or removed from my birth parents. I saw the pub they were arrested at and started getting flashbacks to the night we were removed I didn’t think it was possible for me to ever remember more to the past but I do I remember a lot and it’s torturing me the nightmares and terror I can barely handle. I saw my old foster home and remembered sitting by that window so many times if the shop hadn’t of been abandoned I wish I could of gone up there but it looked completely empty and like no one had been there for years. We went past a primary school that I’d been in because it wasn’t even pointed out and as soon as I saw it I immediately remembered it and I’m guessing that was the school that I would of gone to.
Sometimes when the people most like you don't love you, it is a hurt that can cause the greatest pain, and this pain can lead you to hate everything.
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