Over the hill

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No one understands me, No one cares about me. The worst thing is that no one wants to know about my life.

I feel like my lungs have been tore out of my throat, and thrown hurt fully into the garbage. I feel like an animal kept in a box for the rest of its life.

As I finally found my dads old rustic bicycle leaned against an old shed moulding. I ripped the bike of the side of the house, and started to paddle, wondering where my life will take me.
2 hours later
I managed to reach the top of a hill, and found a small little hut. With out even thinking I opened the door and found.........

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