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Ongoing7m
Last published Sat, Oct 10, 2015
"I waited a year for him to come back, he never did."
My brother Lucas brought me up because my mum wouldn't, he protect me from her harsh words and sharp slaps but that meant he got the worst of it. When I was 11 Lucas ran away and left me behind he didn't say goodbye or even leave me a note it was like he had never existed. The old saying 'home is where your heart is' always makes me think where is my heart, where is my home?
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