Lost In Time

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Time stopped when my parents left. I was all alone. But, just because I was all alone, doesn't mean that I am normal. I was different. And people did not look at me the same way other people did.All Rights Reserved

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My Beginning
Tue, May 31, 2016

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My Beginning
Tue, May 31, 2016

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