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Baby, Don't Cry

hermosaddlovato

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Reads 49,405
Votes 1,015
Parts 35
Time 3h 20m

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I'm Mariana Torres, and I'm 15 years old. Not that it matters anyway. Most people wouldn't even take the time to hear my name, I guess I'm just not important. Well, that's what my mom says anyway.

I wouldn't call my life the best. If you count being abused daily at home and at school the best, then maybe it is.

I'm always bullied at school, even though I don't physically or mentally hurt anyone, they just love to mess with me. Some kids say I'm better off dead, and sometimes, I believe it.

I guess you'll hear more about later, that is if you care enough. I could always use someone to listen, better yet... a friend.

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