Battle For Perfection..
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Last published Thu, Oct 22, 2015
Help...
That's All I Need..
Beauty....
Is What I Want...
Perfection...
Is What I Want To Achieve...
Everyone Is Perfect In There Own Unique Way..Hopefully This Story Will Open Your Eyes To Not Judge,Bully,Self Harm,Starve Yourself,Or Possibly End Your Life..
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