The person who raised me just died. I can't say "dad", even if I'd like to.
We weren't connected by blood, but that's what he was to me, basicly.
My own father, who I wasconnected to by blood, was very abusive and s**t, used to rape me all until I ran away.
Lived on the road until this guy came along and picked me up and took care of me.
I've never known anyone like him, and I guess I never will again.
And I'm trying to overcome my TTM and caffeine addiction.
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