My Last Breath
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Concluída sex, jul 20, 201841m
My name is Sahana Saini Singh. I have long black hair that's down to my knees, I'm viewed as the perfect Indian daughter, I can speak both Hindi and English, and I always get straight A's. It may seem like I have everything, but I long for much more. I'm 15 and supposed to be in tenth grade, but because of what happened a year ago on July 16th that didn't happen. I wish I could just have my normal life back, I wish I never had trusted those girls, and most of all, I wish I wasn't dead.
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