Concrete Angel
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- Parti 7
Being shy and timid has never been a good thing for me, I have no friends, I don't talk to anyone, all I do is read books. They take me to a whole different world.
My life wasn't the best, but it turned into my worst nightmare when my mum (Diana) met Matt...
After that it got worse as each day passed. Sometimes I wish I was never born....
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