Never Forget [Katy Perry Fan Fiction]

Never Forget [Katy Perry Fan Fiction]

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They say fame makes you happy, but really, fame is just a disgusting by-product of what I do. How can anyone truly be happy if every move is watched and judged by people all over the world? My life: other peoples' entertainment. It's not easy. You have to be strong, and you can't just walk away when you feel like it. You have to be prepared to sacrifice; to make decisions you don't want to make. Sometimes, you have to let go of the things you truly love the most just to hold onto your dream. The people you love the most. Even when you've made that sacrifice, you're not completely happy, because then that part of you that was there before is missing. You never get it back, you never let go, you never forget...
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Ana

Life as a child was amazing. Your weight didn't matter. Your clothes didn't matter. Your parents money didn't matter. All that mattered was who you were going to play with, but that's all gone now. My sister hates me, my mom has no time for me, and my dad, well he left me. My life has been one whirlwind after another. Except I'm content with it, till it all comes crashing down. Every television, billboard, and magazine is covered with models. Models that are supposed to be role models, for us. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect life. I have none of those things. All my life I've never cared that I was over weight, and didn't wear makeup. Who knew a boy could change all of that? That's when I decided to starve myself, force myself to look like the girls in the magazines. Who knew all I was doing was slowly killing myself? Life likes to play games, except my game is called Ana and I don't think I will survive. (unedited) Cover by: MadHatter_25

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