Finding Myself
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I am not normal girl. By that I don't mean that I am part of a cult or some kind of supernatural creature, but I definetely don't live like the next person. With parents that never cared about me, beat me, bullies at school, and two very dead best friends, I finally snap when I get raped.
Fed up with the life that I led, I was determined to kill myself, but who knew, that by doing so I would find what I have been unknowingly looking for my entire life. Myself.
This is the story of how I changed my life around, and made the best out of the worst. This is the story of survival. But most importantly, this, is life.
~This story was made in loving memory of Benjamin Cabello.
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