I'm not Special, I'm not Loved

I never did think that I was special, or cherished. Well, I did once... but I'm getting ahead of myself. I am Leila Rose, and I am eighteen. I used to have a loving family, and I used to be normal. That was before. Before my brother was kidnapped. Though it happened over eight years ago, the scars of it are still fresh, as if it happened yesterday.

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A parody of my life. It's funny 'cause I'm making fun of my friends.