JANNAH'S DIARY
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JANNAH'S DIARY is a book filled with the adventures of JANNAH ABDULRASHEED'S life.
I sat down on a small chair in the local kitchen and let the tears fall down my eyes finding its way to my cheeks. Her words still hurt although she had said them almost an hour ago.
You are worthless
No wonder your mother left you alone in this world
You are cursed
That explains why your dad also left because you and your fellow witches have used him for your useless activities
Nonsense girl
Witch
Mtchewww!!!
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