A/n: well I hope I get at least one read on this story off the top of my head, but if I do thank you. :)
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Our life always begins making two memories. The first is the remembrance of those 9 months our birth givers gave to let us, the future, be created and letting us have our date of birth. The second is wether they cept us or not. Wether they let us grow happily and having a family or letting us grow solitary and depressed. Or if you will even get to find that person that changes your way of thinking without even knowing it, the way you look at things, and the person that you deeply fall in love with. The person that holds you and the person that also gave everything to and for you.
Well lucky me I grew in an old orphanage. All the kids were obligated to like eachother, but we all hated eachother with a passion. Some because they got more attention, some just because their poor little hearts were so empty. We all always wanted to be alone and cry and cut ourselves. Lets just say this wasn't a happy orphanage. It was a miracle when adults came to adopt one of us.
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