Although I haven't written in this thing for nearly 11 months I just felt like I needed too, I read the last few logs just before and I realise how easy my life was back in the first month being in this place and how bad it has become, I am so weak I can barely lift this pen and I found it even harder to drag the chair into place, I never really noticed how high the roof was until just before when I tied that rope up there, I have had many parents wanting to adopt children come in and not a single one of them came to interview me, just a simple glance and they'd walk off, it was probably because of all these scars...
Oh look at that it's midnight, looks like it's time to see if Santa does bring the gifts a child asks for...
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The Orphan
Historia CortaThis is a tale I made for an English class, it is rather short but if you don't like depressing stories then I advice you not to read
