Confessions of a Bitter Heart
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It's senior year and the only thing I don't want to be doing is the one this I have to be doing...college applications. Writing different essays and answering so many questions about myself has made me realize how bitter I am inside. So, this will be my escape. Read on or not; just know these are just rants and venting that I want to get out.
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