I found out what my real mother looks like... She was tall... Had short, dark hair... Brown eyes... She was quiet... And she loved the color red. I think... I'm not entirely sure. Adoptive mother says I won't find her... It's impossible... But I'll find her. Someday... I bet. I'll try and I'll find her if it's the lady thing I do.
A note was written.. A threatening note... A so-called group of friends claimed I did it. When I didn't. I got in trouble with the kid's mom... And he kept saying I didn't. I threw a milk carton at his head... Cause I was tired of taken sh*t from people. I only have a few of my small group of friends behind me.... That day was the last straw.... And so the long line of injuries on my arms and such developed...
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