Jackson. I saw the emotion in their eyes when they spoke of him. I was only five, but I was far from unnoticing, and it just made me all the more curious. I would spend the next 13 years putting together the pieces of the puzzle; a puzzle my "parents" never wanted me to solve. And it led me here: To this hard bed, in a cheap motel with annoying as shit Christmas lights flickering through the holes in the curtains. Twenty three dollars in my pocket, my bike on E and 40 miles to go. I know who you are now and what you did. I love you, Dad. And I'm coming home. ((Slow updates))
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