Making It
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I am 16 I was beat buy my dad my mum but she does it with her friends when she is drunk only when she is sober we just argue all the time I have a sister that says I'm worthless and needs to die I cut for a living and tried suicide 2 times but failed i turned my dad in but my mum beat me more i took a car my dad's butterfly door car bit I have to change the plates then on the first day of school i met this guy he is different way different
Then one day i left school and moved to a small town out side London and didn't see him again until i was in tour and while i was on tour i changed eyes red stronger then ever before they where scared of me i was tired of being lonely couple months after tour i seen him again but it was in collage in instead
was he scared of her when he seen her
read to find out what happens to her and who this guy is
will this guy stand in her way
will this guy play with her heart
will he hurt her
is he something to her
do they even talk to each other
where will she stay
who knows read to find out
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