The Broken Girl
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Ongoing7m
Last published Mon, Dec 29, 2014
An autobiography of a broken girl...
I've been through a lot. From witnessing the ones I love being abused and being abused myself in every way possible to being ripped away from everyone I could possibly love in life, you name it I've been there. This is my heartbreaking story about pain, heartbreak, loss, and tragedy.
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