The Beginning

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Let me start from the beginning. My parents died when I was an infant I don't know how, im supposed to be told when I turn 15. Im only 13 right now. I've been through hell and back. In and out of foster homes. I've never been good at school except for being a bad ass ha, just kidding...but really don't fuck with me. I know my life sounds so interesting, getting to see different places and shit. No, all my foster parents only cared about money, themselves, and were abusive as hell. Im used to it though. I do boxing as my sport, guys and girls, but most people don't like boxing so I don't talk to people about it much. But I love the feeling of letting all of my worries behind and just letting it go away for the moment, that's what is so thrilling about boxing... boring, sorry. Anyway... Im moving tomorrow my room here was big and nice but that isn't what bothers me. What bothers me is the feeling of being alone. I've always been alone. I had a twin brother but idk what happened to him we where separated at birth sooo. I hope to meet him one day though. Im sitting in an empty house...we'll all except for moving boxes and mover people. My old foster parents died because of overdose, this time, that's the 3rd one this month. Such a shame that my foster dad was hot,haha,ik.

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