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Dancing With The Demons

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Penelopy Shirley was "different " from everyone else, she was less social, and withdrawn , this wasn't because there was something different about her , to be honest she is as normal as you can get, but she was sad, not the kind of sad when you have a break up,like the the "lost bestfriend" kind of sad. Penelopy hates everything thing about herself , from the texture of her raven black hair, to the scars painted all over her body, she wasn't afraid of dying, she practically welcomed it, she just didn't have a reason to live, rather she was too scared to find one 

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Warning: this story contains suicidal and self harm themes 

This is my 3rd book, my 1st was highly praised but my second has yet to be recognized 

No this story is not based off of real life eventsAll Rights Reserved

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