Me; the real me.
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Last published Mon, Oct 1, 2018
I was a normal kid. Had friends, a happy family, I had good behavior, and I did great in class and with the other students. No issues. Until I hit fifth grade. It all changed that year, all of it. I had bad grades, poor behavior, got into fights, I started to feel like I wasn't myself. I was lost, but now, I know who I am. And this, this is my story.
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