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I’m Trapper…and Here’s My Story

I don’t know why I spent my first five years on cold, hard cement. I don’t know why I wasn’t fed. I don’t know why I was kept isolated. I don’t know why no one hugged me. I don’t know why I wasn’t loved. I don’t know what I did wrong. I don’t know why I simply didn’t matter ‒ to anyone. I felt very scared and alone. I don’t know how I survived.

But this all changed.

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Amy BeamI’m Trapper…and Here’s My Story