Excerpt from a Book I will Never Write

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Even if you ask, even if you listen. You don't really hear, or see, or feel. You don't remember my story. You haven't seen what I've seen. Trapped in the misery of my life. Lost in the sorrow of my soul. Nothing was how it was supposed to be. And a heavy sadness filled my soul. And maybe you wonder why, but mostly you try not to think about it, are you try to survive. I wish someone would tell me it's going to be okay. That one day, maybe, I'll have a mother who will hug me. I know I hopeless. I can't do it all by myself.