London orphan
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the rain uncaring for us beneath it. The people carrying scars mentally and physically. The unwanted scattered along the alley. I was unwanted but not alone. Soon I found friends Then someone to love. But there is always going to be someone to intervene and remind me,
I'm unwanted.
I'm sorry I'm not really good at writing bibliographys but I promise the book is good.
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