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Met my Dad when I was eight.
Prostituted myself for drugs.
I saw Jesus and angels while 17 doctors operated.
Bullied, beaten, and suicidal, but God intervened.
A man with eight kids wept when I asked him to adopt me.
My TV mogul Dad wished I did drugs
Should I be with a man or a woman?
A spirit of death haunted me.
I was the watchman for athlete-cheerleader trysts.
The bullet is still in my head.
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