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Ever since I was little I've had a number V on my wrist. My parents are missing and my foster parents don't know what it is. One day I stumbled across a barista who bared a IV on her wrist, who leads her to even more questions.
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My Story

*WARNING TALKS ABOUT SUICIDE AND OTHER TRIGGERING THINGS, DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE EASILY TRIGGERED OR EMOTIONAL* This story includes me talking a little about my Trauma, and some of the things I've gone through since I was a kid. There will be some detailed parts here and there, and these are dark stories.

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