Writing on the walls
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Last published Sun, Apr 5, 2015
Where are you?
Who are you?
Why are you here?
Who did this?
Why?
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Very good questions that I don't know the answers to. My name… Alexis. I now that I'm 18, and have no family. Well... Except dad but he went " off the grid ". In other words he left. He left me with no mom, no family, and no hope.
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