The tale of a madmanThis rain started to bother me. It was raining for almost a month, without a break. It made me melancholic. It made me remember how I became the person I am now. I remember it like it was yesterday.It happened long time ago, I was only 6 back then. My father was an alcoholic and my mom was on drugs. He often used to beat me when I didn't want to do housework. And my mom? She would just lay on the couch, laugh and tell me that I deserved to be beaten up because I was so disobedient. It's horrible when your own mother doesn't protect you.At the age of 11 I was beaten up in school by some school bullies because they didn't believe me that I
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