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Ein Leben.
Ein Mädchen.
Schicksalsschläge und das Leben danach.
Wie lebt es sich mit psychischen Problemen in einer so verdorbenen Welt wie die unsere.
Ein Buch, eine Biographie aus der Sicht eines 18 jährigen Mädchen, dass euch von ihren vergangenen Jahren erzählt. Begleitet von psychischen Problemen kämpfte Sie sich jahrelang durch Leben, und bringt nun den Mut auf, diese Geschichte in einem Buch zu verpacken. Eine Geschichte mit vielen Emotionen, die euch die verdeckten Gefühle und Gedanken einer psychisch gestörten Person zeigt, ihrer Art und Weise damit umzugehen. Ein Buch, dass die Augen auf das verdeckte öffnen soll und nicht betroffenen verdeutlichen soll, was es heißt, so zu leben.
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