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In the shadows
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Ongoing, First published Apr 11, 2015
Hi my name is Vicky. Well short for Victoria. I am a foster child I think there is only a few city that I have not been to or lived in. My foster parents right now have 3 children of her own. 1 is my age and the other to are twins they are 3 years old. I have been with this family for about to be 1 year. They are very nice people. Oh yah I am 2 years away from being 16. So I am 14 years old. Some times I feel like I am in the shadows. It is really hard to think that my really mom did not want me. Or they past away. Well some times I feel ok but that is only when I am singing. I feel like i can gust be my self when I sing. It is like I gust forget about everything and focus on 1 thing. It is really hard to focus on one thing when every thing is flipping around like a fish out of water.
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