December 19
I cannot wash off my ugly no matter how hard I try. I scrub and scrub until my skin is raw. It's angry and red and it cries when I touch it now.
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I Wear A Beaded Necklace
Teen FictionThis is the story of an unknown. The voices in her head started to eat her from the inside out, so she took her friend's advice and tried to write about it, in hopes that it might lessen the Noise. Take a look into the unknown's soul, watch her play...
