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I am Serena Rhea. I am quite a light mixed race person and i am fourteen. i have soft green eyes and i have dyed honey blond hair. My hair is naturally long curly and springy.
This is my story of how i beat depression and suicidal thoughts and acts.
**PLEASE NOTE NOT ALL OF WHAT I WRITE ARE NON FICTION**
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