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Ongoing, First published Jul 26, 2012
Tragedy is, well, tragic. But the worst part is the leftovers. Who, or what is left to pick up the pieces. Me, well I am that leftover. Life was never a walk in the park. My parents fought, my younger brothers constantly broke my things, I was still single at sixteen, and my house was as tiny as could be. Still, that never prepared me for the tragedy that was coming.All Rights Reserved