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I wish I was like others. A nice desk, bed, food on the table everyday, but then theres me. I have to sleep on the floor and theres trash everywhere at my house. My mother is always somewhere I have no idea where but she''''s always coming home drunk. And when she does, bruise, scratches, scars appear across my skin. I try my best to avoid being home as much as possible. Which is why I go to this abandoned house in the forest.