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Anna is living in the Netherlands🇳🇱. She is 19 years old, has light red hear and blue eyes. Anna started singing before she could talk. Singing is one of the most important things in her life. She doesn't have a lot of Friends But she doesn't mind. She also write her own songs and plays harp. She has autism, so she can't handle a lot around her. She loves to be alone in her peauceful room to make some music. Her biggest dream is to become a singer one day. One day she is gonna go shopping in Amsterdam and start singing while shopping. a music agent hears her singing and want to offer her a contract. It looks like her dreams come true. But is she able to handle all the noise around her? And what should she say to her fans when they meet her? If you want to find this out, then start reading😊
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Dear Nobody, My name is Luna Rose Wesley and I'm just like any other girl my age. I have some secrets, I'm afraid of the future, I have some complicated relationships and some amazing friends, and I'm just trying to do anything that I can to survive. But as the days pass, it seems like surviving in my world is becoming more difficult with every minute. You see, without any money, my family is forced to live in in an apartment building that's smack dab in the center of our rundown part of the city. And my mother is just a work of art. She is now addicted to drugs, and she isn't trying very hard at all to try to get us out of our inner-city situation. Living in constant fear, not only of what's outside my window at night, but also of my violent dealing brother living in the room across the hall, I have to find a way to cope without putting a bullet in my skull like so many of my fallen brethren. And my coping mechanism is to write letters to nobody- to you- and sending it to an address that doesn't exist. I need somebody to talk to without that somebody thinking that I'm looking for pity, so I've found you. Nobody. Thanks for listening. Sincerely, Luna Rose (Rated Mature for the mentioning of sex, drug use, violence, and profane language. Does not contain actual sex scenes.)

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