Note One

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Dear Angels,
My life was never perfect....to be honest it was far from being perfect. It wasn't how I wanted it to turn out. I wanted to be loved and cared for but I knew that,that would never happen to me. When I was born I was deformed... No doctors wanted to deal with me nor my face. My mother she didn't want me. She say that I was a mistake and that I ruined her life. She was suppose to keep me. But durning the time I was kept there I had to wear a bag over my face and I was starved for modt of of the time...
~Erik Destler

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