Death Of Me
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  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 15m
Ongoing, First published Jul 10, 2014
Mature
"Everything seems so surreal. Having six kids, three baby daddies and no parents or family whatsoever to help support me is tough."

While attending all of the school's she has gone to, Natasha was the most popular girl even though she was only a fishy. There was always a smile on her face and everybody treated her as if she was a celebrity! Everyone thought she was just simply perfect... until they found out her secrets.

The act only went on in school. While at home, she went through depression, had 3 therapists, took many pills for many reasons and almost every day she would cut. Things don't get better within the next year because by then... She already had many losses, moved to four different places and most importantly, has six kids and three different father's of the children.
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