You now there's something I never told people. If you look hard enough you will find them. Little barely noticeable but they are there. A cry for help someone to save me.
It never mattered the fact is no one ever cared about me so it wouldn't matter if people saw it or not. I am alone and it's always been that way. It's how I prefer things.
It's my life against everyone else. A battle field is what I see. It's bloody and it's just not good. Things were suppose to be lookint
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Mess of me
Teen FictionA girl who has done nothing wrong but her father beats her still. She goes and lives with her friends. Will she stay with them or will she be forced to go back home and face her father?
