Most people wonder where the missing go...
one day, someone will know.
August 16th, 2008
Jason Hencen here, life is a nightmare. I was a good kid-raised in the hood-but I made the best of it. I was used to hearing gunshots and fights. My mom and dad were used to them too-they just did it themselves and didn't pay attention to the others. I've been fed up with my life for a while now and I just couldn't see that It would get better. Today, I'm running away. Sorry, momma-I hope you find peace but I can't stay here.
Love, ರ಼-ರ಼
Jase
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Where The Missing Go
Teen FictionA story about a person who just wanted to get away but stayed too long.
