Well, I've gone and messed up.

Well, I've gone and messed up.

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This is a story of how my life had it's low and high points. I'm a 20 year old girl called Clarissa and all my life I have suffered with severe depression. I'm living with this 'mental illness' every single day of my life. For the rest of my life. I'm a girl that likes to be alone, I struggle in the company of others. So when a person like me meets someone that understands me, says will help me, will be there for me, you automatically think that there has to be some sort of hidden catch. Except when he really is there for you, when he is supporting you and keeping all the promises he made, you start to think, maybe I can give a relationship with this guy a go. Boy, was I wrong.
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When I was little I never thought this would happen. I never thought I would be here but here I am with tattoo number on my arm. I can't escape, I can't see them again, I'm here, and nobody will save me or the people I am with. There are many of us, I can't even tell you how many people are here but I know it's past the thousand mark. We are here because of one thing, we are different. In their eyes different is bad. I guess it is, well it seems like it is but it's really not. See this one guy had this plan. This plan was to destroy a group of people who didn't believe in what he believed. He put it in people's mind that these people were not even human just animals and that we needed to be taught a lesson. Because we were different that was the problem. My name is Holly Amelia Cohen and this is my story. This story is now publish and you can buy it if you want (http://www.amazon.com/dp/1494393867/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_xP-Psb0ES7QX416T )

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