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Don't Look Back and Don't Think Sweetie

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Reads 149
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Parts 13
Time 1h 35m

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Do you ever wish that you were born as a different person? Not having to go through all the difficulties in life and just glide through it perfectly. Or just hoping that one day you would get away from all of the mess surrounding you and causing your life to turn into hell. That's my life for you. Born and raised with a father that left and a mother that hated every step you took on this planet and every bit of air you breathe in. Then brought into drugs and turned into a criminal at the age of 17 only hoping to find someone that will love you and help you runaway from that life. That's me Lacey Pooler for you.All Rights Reserved

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His Daughter

Hi my name is lacey, well that's not my real name. That's what people would call me.... If I knew anyone. The only contact I have with the human race was going to the stores, but no one was interested in my dirty clothes, or my ability to look like a hobo. I basically am anyways. And if anyone is interested enough to know my name, it's just me, Lacey. That's the name one the police officers gave me, to help me after what had happened. He is the only one that knows about my case, everyone else I have to be careful about. So I guess I do know someone but not the kind of person that 17-year-old girls should know. My old name and life was left behind when my mother was. Dead, in the house, because of him. It's a really long story.