We could not get out. The ground we walked was trip - wired. The air we breathed was toxic. The water stunted our growth. We could not get out. A year after I watched the boy with the small eyes pull out a gun, my father beat me for letting another boy steal from me. Two years later, he beat me for threatening my ninth - grade teacher. Not being violent enough could cost me my body. Being too violent could cost me my body. We could not get out.
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