I softly sobbed into my hands at the mess of a life I've made for myself.
Why was I picked to live life like this, a single foster mother barely getting by on her own. What am I supposed to do? It all started when I was seventeen...
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The Incomplete
Teen FictionUgh, it's so cold and I'm so scared. What am I supposed to do for food? I mean I'm only one girl and so young...What am I supposed to do?
