innocuous

For six years my moms boyfriend was abusing me physically sexually and mentally he kept me from flourishing in life graduating school and developing a healthy self image he was a narcissistic psychopath living bicuriously through me my biological father had been deceased due to stage four gastric gastranova prior to these experiences and not long after his passing my uncle shot himself anyways all my family was so dysfunctional and wide spread I had no one my own mother even joined him in his fun a few times hurting me well it purely got them off
I needed surgery a arthroscopic repair of ligaments an cartilage I needed therapy/counseling I needed god but you know what I met Lucifer and I sold my soul in return I got despair darkness and further symptoms of chronic depression one day my life started playing like a movie in my head then suicidal ideations took over my mind
I picked up that .30/.30 like my uncle Bob I intended to commit pointing it at my temple while puffing on a blunt of keisha Cole I pulled the triger but the gun didn't go off I popped the cartridge out it was dented and live
But the gun didn't go off I'm cursed I thought maybe god wants to help rectify things i thought but now I realized that gun must've needed to be oiled