cruel world
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the story of a girl in a cruel world.
shes not old not young but in the middle.
her life is a troubled tale.
from family troubles that include an ever so long lasting hatred for her parents for the many reasons they have given her to her battle with depression,anxiety,ADHD and of course a learning disability in math.
oh but you cant forget the self harm or the alcoholism.
she gets abandoned frequently
left alone
traumatized by uncaring hateful parents
and shes bigger so oh by god imagine how she feels about that in a world that criticizes every single detail until that person breaks but what does society say....
"oh how i wonder what happened, she was loved by many! we need to do more a country for this growing epidemic of mental health issues"
why shes truly the badass with a bad life and past.
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