Hi guys
I am scared, but I don’t know why. We have to go to bed, but its gonna be hard I think. I want to wake up Doc right now and give him a piece of my mind. I don’t feel safe with anyone. Too many things scare me right now. My ears are ringing. I don’t know why.
I wish someone nice was here with me.
Lefty – 10 years old
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