Should I go on?
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Last published Mon, Nov 6, 2017
My name is Ava, I like art, animals, and am pretty antisocial.
My dad has cancer and my mom died a few years ago when I was 14. I'm 17 now, I know what this sounds like. I sound like I want your pity, and I would probably think that too. But trust me, I do not want your pity. I simply want to share something with you. My story.
This probably sounds really depressing, but, maybe a depressing story is the perfect thing for a depressed girl.
Read this story and maybe you'll actually get an insight on what the word "struggle" actually means. I hope you enjoy
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