The Chronicles of Me
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I'm the kind of person that cares too much about others and is constantly walked all over; I've been this way for as long as I can remember. As a child it was considered innocence, but as an adult all it has been is an inconvenience. At least up until roughly 9 months ago when I had a mental break, of sorts, and made an unconscious decision to completely stop giving to everyone and only think about myself. My life has and continues to be a series of events that I've received mostly negative feedback from.
I'll start from the beginning. My name is Liberty and this is my story.
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