Dear Life
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Have you ever been hurt before? I would assume so, but for how long? How long did you hurt for? That's the difference between sadness and depression. Time.
Hi my name is Mar'i sol (MAR-Y SHOL) it's Spanish, it means my sun or my sunlight but most people just call me Mary.
Childhood for me was normal so I guess I can't really complain now can I? That's the thing about growing up though, it's all a trap. Sorry, I don't mean to be such a pessimist but it's just the truth,
and I guess... This is my story... Dear Life.
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