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Jono Lancaster

by finley-pietersen

It's 7:17am and I haven't slept I've been playing chess and watching videos about people probably perceived as less fortunate one man had a condition from birth that left him without cheek bones and his parents rejected him after 36 hours in the hospital when he was growing up he worried "I thought I'd never be intimate with anyone." he explained and went on to mention that he hated being stared at he recalled his first love her name was Beth she wore skinny jeans and liked the same music and eventually left I felt the pain he felt at reading his adoption notes how his parents were horrified by his appearance and felt no maternal or paternal connection to him when he was just a little bundle of love I almost shed a tear myself when he told of the time he wrote to his parents then in his 20's he felt it was time they replied with a letter that said they did not want to hear from him and that any future attempts to make contact will be ignored entirely
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Feb 12, 2021
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#sad#true#sleepless#documentary#minutes#ladbible#insomnia#short#story
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