I was twelve years old on the night my parents threw me out.
Not because of drugs.
Not because I stole anything.
Not because I was violent.
Because of bad grades.
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I was twelve years old on the night my parents threw me out.
Not because of drugs.
Not because I stole anything.
Not because I was violent.
Because of bad grades.
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