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If you have acne, read this.
No worries, we're in the same boat.
This story is inspired by true story and hope that it manages to touch your heart just like it did to others.
Just as a side note, battling with acne is nvr easy, and maybe it's nvr meant to bcs thru those moments of wanting to give up on your skin, you're somehow getting stronger and stronger without you ever realising it! How? You wake up the next day and face the world anyways eventho u didn't feel like it. You are also less judgemental towards others bcs you know what it feels like to feel as if people are judging the way you look.
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× ' dont downgrade yourselves when others are busy praising you ' - fwen
× ' mantap (superb) ' - fwen
× ' an engaging short story ' - fwen
× ' love this ' - fwen
× ' im really impressed ' - my high school English teacher (nvr opted for narrative essay tho during my high school year idk how I managed to get dis story done)
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