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Going from place to place: House to house.
New people you’re imposed to call your family.

She grew to be reckless: she doesn’t care what people think
The expectation of her growing up to be polite and well mannered is broken.
Her malcontent soul is never happy in one place
She leaves hoping to find people who accept her for her.
You can see in her eyes.
All the violenc she has experienced.
The hitting, smacking, all the physical and mental abuse.
All to look for a family you’re not even really a part of.

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