Behind The Smiles
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Story of a young girl having to deal with beating abused by her guardian or father , she was alive in her own world, dealing with the harsh reality of life, running away from. Her world or craving ecstasy, she lives in a world where the stories told hits harder than the expectation and people you'd never imagined could break you break you till you can't be fixed......... Lots more to come.........
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