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Ongoing, First published Dec 27, 2014
So all this started with a fight, belive it or not. My name is Lyric Marie and this is my story of love, pain, badboys, tears and so much more. 
I woke up 08:30 am by my stupid alarm that was telling me to get ready for school.  I grunted and stopped the alarm, it was playing shout it out by Reece Mastin. I needed to get ready so I dragged my sleeping self into the bathroom, stepping in to a cold shower I screamed as the water hit me. "Fuck this is cold". Anyway when I was done I started getting dressed. I chose a pair of green ripped skinny jeans, a black veil brides shirt and my faitfull lether jacked. Then I did my hair wich is dirty blonde, I just put my hair into a ponytaile and then I fixed my makeup. The makeup was plain and boring but it shooted me. Running down the stairs to the kitchen to get some breakfast. Good morning mom I said with a smile. Good morning Lyric was all she said before she ran out the door to catch the car that would be taking her to work.
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