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Personal Narrative: My Cutting Past

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My Cutting Past
Have you ever felt all alone in this world? To were you don’t want to live anymore? I have and sometimes I still do. It started when I was six years old. My brother and I were playing outside with the dogs and my dad was pulled out of the house by people I didn’t know at the time and pulled out of our lives.
When I was seven I found out that he was in jail and why but also that my mom had a boyfriend that at the time was trying to take my real dad’s place as a father. At first he was nice and kind but then he started to hit my brother, sister, and me. My mom never knew and I started to cut myself to stop the pain. As I got to the age of ten my best friend Ozzie Owens found out that I was cutting and made me stop. Once he

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