Lies - Demi Lovato Fanfiction
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Sedang dalam proses, Awal publikasi Sep 20, 2014
they say life is what you make out of it, they said happiness is a choice. well they who said so are liars. 

my life? most people would assume I have the perfect life, and that I'm as happy as I could be, but one thing seems to disagree, reality.

let me tell you about my story, nightmare as a matter of fact. I'm 13 years old.

I was that person who believed all the shit I've been told, I was happy, huh that word seems impossible now, happy.

I was adopted by an oh so amazing and rich family, not to blame it on them, god bless them except for a single person, my sister. or at least I thought she was. 

wondering who's my sister? well she's a person loved and admired by millions and millions of people, saved millions of lives. but failed to save, or in fact is the reason of the sad sad sad life her daughter got. 

little did I know I was the daughter.
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Restore- repair or renovate (a building, work of art, etc.) so as to return it to its original condition. I wish I could be restored, preferably from the time I moved to LA. I don't understand everything was so simple when I was in Texas. I had friends- not a lot, but the ones I did have, they were trustworthy and great to me. I just wish my dad didn't get the job, and my mom didn't die. I don't need your sympathy, and I certainly don't need your charity. I don't need anyone. I didn't think I could find anyone that would make me feel a little more alive then my non-talkative self. until I met Miss Lovato. The sad part is that she's my teacher, and she's 23 but we're getting close, and I'm developing feelings I don't want. Please Miss Lovato, restore me.