The runaways
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Ongoing5m
Last published Sun, Apr 5, 2015
Why must it be me? My mother died my dad went psycho and beat me now I'm in the middle of the woods waiting for my death. I might be saved from the beating but i still have scars...
I had a good life before before my mom died. I lived a chaotic life. My dad traveled a lot my mom always worked and I'm an only child. I was home alone when i got the call. I ran. I ran as fast as i could. It feels like nothing can touch you when you are running.
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