At age 5, I smiled and laughed. I didn't have a care in the world. I was loved. I was cherished. I had friends. I loved school. I loved my family. I knew who I was. I knew who I wanted to be. I knew that I mattered.
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If Only I was Loved
Short StoryShe was a little girl, a joy, a ray of sunshine. This girl soon grew. And her insecurities poked. Piercing her skin. The Demons seeped through, all those cuts and the bruises. This is her story. About Depression, Anxiety, Anorexia and Suicide. View...
