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i was adopted when i was 5 years old. i was seperated from my brother Shawn who was only nine months old at the time. my sister is kathleen she was adopted with me. i feel that i was misplaced in this home. i am very sensitive because of what happened to me. so i react more to certian things in different ways. love i feel that may be just enough but takes forever to get used to.my mother my real one i feel like she didnt want to but then again she did have the chance but i believe she still deserves a second chance. i want to know more about what happened when i was to young to understand. i soon found ways to make my heart respond to pen and paper thats how i express who i reaaly am. the one no one really sees because i put a wall up in front of every adult i meet like the police who are supposed to be the nice guys i dont like anyone in a uniform because they might take something ive always wanted away from me. if i cry i cry to myself i dont ever let people see me. so every day that i go to school i have that wall up so i dont get hurt. but then i had my first love at seventteen he took down that wall because i let him see a part of me no one cared enough to understand or want to get to know. that does get to me but i manage you know. i learn and then move on. someday maybe i could open my full heart to people who can respect me for me.