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Deem's Life xOLD VERSION by Nanziee
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Deem's Life, is a bout a girl whos been through a lot, from being deaf, to stabbing up her crush, to even getting disowned by her family This is her story, Her life.
Nobody's Girl (British urban fiction//under revision) by shedontcurrr
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sometimes hate can be the best love.
The life of India by Leahrobbinson123
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South london Girl who has barriers before she can be who she really wants to be.. She gets man left right and centre but She isn't interested...
YOU ARE NOT ALONE. by Luminary_Empress
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17 year old Jamilia lost her dad to cancer, her mum a raging alcoholic doesn't make life any easier. This girl goes through a lot but in the darkness she finds a light. Which makes her realise she doesn't have to be alone A story i plan to grow with and actually finish. Read, give me support and i love constructive criticism Thanks guys XX
Natasha: Trust Issues by jasmeenaa_
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Natasha, or Tash to literally everyone; is teenage girl from south London. After being sexually abused by her step-father, she is thrown out from her home. Tash is placed in foster care; where she becomes close with Bree. And Darryl, her foster carer's twenty-four year old son... Secrets will be revealed, hearts will be broken and trust tested. Will Tash's life ever be on track?
Memoirs of a discontented teen by elilah_b
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The raw thoughts of a discontented teen. To say I obsess about the past is an understatement. It takes a long time for me to wrap my head around a relationship after it ends. I'm sitting on the cold hard floor in the bathroom. It's 3:06 in the morning, everybody is asleep and I'm here trying to get through the isolation and depression stage of a breakup. To speed up the process I have my headsets plugged in and I'm listening to melancholy music which is what I normally do when I can't feel or when I've reached the point where I have run out of tears to shed. Call it manufactured grief or the fast food for my sadness.