My First Love Now I wasn’t the one with the troubles, but my girlfriend was. Her family was very religious. Her mother played the organ (Istrument in a Church) and her step dad was somewhat of a pastor. They beat her with a ritgerte, let her clean the organic garbage can with maggots and only a cloth lobe, even tough she was vegetarian. Also she had to pound stones in the basement.
Way to Round three After I got released the second time from Psychiatry, I thought I had the worst is left behind. I was happy to be with my father again. But I couldn’t reach my Mother via phone or at home. I have written in the last part that it would be the last time I’d see my mother for a long time. I tried to call her a lot and she never picked up her phone.
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Hi There, I’d like to blog about my past My Problems started back before I was in Elementary school. My Mom already has betrayed my Dad. So even before my fist day at School I was seperated from my father. While I was in 3rd or 4th grade, my Grandma (the mother of my mother) was dying of brain Cancer. I was living together with my Big Sister with my Mom.
The Lone Wolf https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=or3UZajR6Ao
[Part1] Its gray fur completely bites but still keeps warm His pack uncontrollable but it follows him well-behaved The hunger so big always on the hunt Eyes dull, but teeth still sharp The room too narrow to breathe But even the sharpest claws become dull on the street Food becomes scarce, remains a growling stomach There are almost only wolves dressed as sheep So he moves away from here Because no plant grows on burnt soil So the rest remains for the rest Because only who comes first is the one who always has enough meat From gamma to alpha, from puppy to leader Is one of the best, one of the last of its kind Shares its food also with the weakest link of the chain, if it asks him Lives by unwritten rules, honor still flows through his veins He knows that you have to have them, too, rather than just talking about them But let them speak