Disconnected

Disconnected

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Tess is just like any other teen. Stressed out, confused, but there's more. Ever since her grandmother starved herself after going through a year of cancer, when Tess was seven. Tess was never the same. She felt different, depressed, suicidal. She felt different. She was disconnected.(This is my life but with a character named Tess instead cuz i felt like it)
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