Art Is My Only Hope.
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Last published Sun, Aug 25, 2013
I have always been an outsider. I was bullied all the time for being different, and my mom and my step dad fought every wakening moment, but when they weren't my step dad would beat me. I felt so alone. Art was my only excape. I lost touch with my real dad because of my step dad, but that is going to change. I leave my home in New York to find my dad. I meet some people down the road that I will never forget and some I want to forget. Read and find out what my big adventure is about!
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