Life growing up for me was hard, i lost my dad at the age of 3, but thanks to Allah, god and all the rest i had a mum who simply was the best.

I went to school at a certain age when corporal punishment was all the rage, a slipper a strap or maybe a cane, the teacher did try to keep us tame, but unfortunately it was all in vain.
As a child at school i struggled, bullied, harrassed ending in a muddle, being so small i wished that i stood so tall, instead my life became a hell untill the day of the final bell.

When that day came I felt a hugh relieve, not long after I became a thief, I spent some time at her majesty's pleasure.
I came out good and joined the Forces, changed my life and made right choices, and so that's a snippet of my time.

But somehow over time i managed, to take control, and stop the damage.
Life now is good i feel accomplished, writing words is good for me, almost like private therapy.
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