Adopted By TeamCrafted
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Thu, Mar 31, 2016
Have you ever said something and wanted to take it back
And that word lead to a memory you just can't forget
Cause that memory hurts so much
How am I to forget the face of the person that killed my mom and dad
How am I supposed to forget how that day changed my life
I know the reason they died it was because of me and Zero we are different from the others
I live on the streets with Zero and little did I know that someone would adopt us
And change our lives..........
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