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My name is Lina ,which most people don't know and I have a disability.ever since I was born I was never able to talk. Yes, I could laugh and cry, but I simply can't talk. My parents didn't think much of it when I was a baby ,but started to get worried when I turned 3 and still couldn't say a word.my dad left because he said my mom could not give him the kind of family or life he wanted. In other words their divorce was caused by a 10-year old me. My mom had always home-schooled me. Well until this year when she couldn't fit me Into her new work schedule. This is going to be my first and junior year in Weston High or any school for that matter and I don't know how to feel.
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I lost my mom at 11, that's when it started. My dad became a drunk and I was left to take care of my 3-month-old baby sister. Now I'm 23, graduated a few years ago and my sister, now 12, can understand what happened. She never fully understood when I needed someone to and I didn't have many friends that stuck around afterwards. Until I met him. We were friends first, then the feelings got deeper. He asked me to be his girlfriend. He was my first kiss, first date, first real friend, first love, everything. I loved him and I do. I've said it. Now all we do is fight. I don't know why we can't figure things out, but I can't take this fighting. I just want things to go back to the way things were. The way we used to be... Happy, carefree teens that pretended we had the whole world figured out.

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