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brokenman
truestory
9y
My story part 3 after Bruces' death onto my fathers part 1 of 2
Bruce who in the previous story was mentioned as the prominent father figure since my actual father was never really in the picture. Bruce died when I was 10 years old and I had no memories of my own dad.
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truestory
9y
My life story part 2 out of order
I would like to skip ahead a few years from previous my previous post since it ties into a portion of it. I am now 10 years old a close neighbor who I had spent the past couple of years taking care of
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brokenman
truestory
9y
My life story part 1
My earliest vivid memory is 5 years old. One night I was running a temp of 104. Woke up from my sleep late at night my sister and her friends were fast asleep. When I awoke I felt out of place. For some
brokenman
poetry
9y
You can run but not hide
Running from life Attempting to avoid strife There is no hiding Only time biding
brokenman
depression
9y
To fade or not prosper
Just when the light of his pieced together world had begun to faded and he was ready to embrace the darkness and drift off into the unknown but seemingly comforting abyss a familiar new flicker appeared.
brokenman
series
9y
Lost but not completely 2
It was later that night that Elizabeth had coded. He left the hospital with an empty heart and an expressionless look. She wanted him to move on but now was hardly the time to think about that. Before
brokenman
series
9y
Lost but not completely
Elizabeth was his everything the one person who could truly get through all of his barriers. Their romance was years in the making him an acquired taste for many and her the curious spectator who stayed
brokenman
depression
9y
Single malt & late nights
He sat and reflected upon the decisions made during the course of his life while polishing off yet another bottle of single malt. It was then that he came upon the realization that there was nothing left
