I was

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When I was younger, I used to have a real family, passions and just a beautiful life.

I didn't understand what was pain, like real pain.

I liked to paint, to draw, to sing and stuff.

I was excited to go to school.

When I had to go to elementary school, People started to bully me everyday. I didn't know why, I wasn't different at all.

I never had a real friend. They were practically all laughing because I was ugly, fat and all the things you can think of.

The best friend I had in first grade (the last I had)  started to laugh at me too with another girl.

It continues everyday now too.

I don't have passions, I don't want to go in school, I don't want to go back home either. I don't have friends,

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