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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Sep 15, 2012
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'Your ugly' 'Your fat' body image. 'Go cry to your mumma' sensitivity. 'Shut up' no freedom of speech. 'No one likes you' and your gone. All these words were said to Libby the day she got her braces on. She wasnt that pretty, didnt have the 'hot' body, her mum died in a car accident, dumb, and had no friends. Shes all by herself.
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