At a young age, I was put into an orphanage and I grew up fighting for myself.
My parents, from what I know, were named Chelsea and Randall, their names were still fuzzy in my mind. I don't even know if they are their real names, what they looked like, or if they were even my real parents. What if they were just people who claimed to take a small smidge, or care towards me for the first few days of my life?
No one ever looked out for me, even if they did the message never got across. My "real" parents wanted me back after they finally got settled, but I didn't want to.
I didn't want to be a burden,
I didn't want them to be forced to take care of me.
If they wanted me they should've kept me.
In life nothing is perfect, but the more you learn and wake up every day to be something else,
That is what makes you a better person.
Something that I will always live by,
Before I was perfectly fine with dying alone and never finding my happiness.
I was content with myself, and the things that I had taken interest in.
I had grown up playing instruments and singing but nothing happened for me.
At the place I was at, I was thankful enough to be able to be given chances to pursue my interest
But it wasn't enough to make me happy,
To make me feel okay again.
Until I met them.
They gave me importance.
They made me feel like I was someone worth living for.
I would give everything for them, they're my family after all,
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Washed Away (Pretty Much FanFic)
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