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I know it's late,but i I looked in my box.and I found my photo,as I feel my wet tickling tears fall down my face quickly and quietly,my mother Drew it for me.before she died from a lion,hell i barely trust lac.but he saved me and didn't kill me.oh back to the picture the one in the middle is me(cover page)now i look like that now,i wish mom was here,when I was 5 my brothers would bully me ,my mom stood up for me . My father was the leader of our pack.so he was busy all the time he got very little sleep.poor wolf,glad females can't be leaders,gives me a break.i gently out both the knife and photo in the box and I push it under my bed then I jump in bed and pull my quilt over my head and

*******Light's out*******

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