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В жизни всегда есть выход..

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secretive_personaa

любовь одиночество смыслжизни суицид школа

Эта история,про девушку по имени Ванесса.Она столкнулась со многими испытаниями в жизни,в 7 лет Ванесса потеряла самых близких людей ,и осталась совсем одна без заботы,и любви...Её родная бабушка не захотела брать Ванессу,она была занята своей жизнью.Тем временем Ванесса жила в доме родителей,вскоре бабушка "удочерила" её,и давала ей деньги на проживание.Но школу она не посещала,и Ванессу заставили начать ходить  в школу,где над ней издевались,и вскоре она потеряла смысл жизни и полностью сломалась,с ней стало происходить что-то очень особенное,Ванесса начала видеть в глазах людей дату их смерти,она была очень этим напугана и хотела умереть.Потом в её в жизни появился человек,который заставляет Ванессу жить,и верить в лучшее.Так как в жизни всегда есть выход,его просто нужно найти и не сдаваться.All Rights Reserved

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