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As a child I never fit in with the other kids. For some reason I was always considered to be different. I guess I should start with my..

Dedicated to my late Grandma

I’m in the dark, afraid to come out alone. A hand reaches for me but I refuse to take it. It is his hand, a hand that is unsure ..

She starred out her bedroom window, Looking at the road that lay neatly before her home A crossroads, leading in two separate direct..

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