Running away allowed me to meet him
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Last published Sun, Dec 21, 2014
"stop grandpa please.." I watched in sheer horror as I saw him insert the needle inside him. " My name's hope, quite ironic,I know but 'hope' is not a way you could describe my life. I don't know where my parents are. My grandpa does heroin and often abuses me. My life was a mess until I ran away from 'home' And I met him.
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