STOP saying sorry
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Last published Fri, Jul 7, 2023
A girl named Jade was a sad girl on the inside but on the outside she was perfect. Perfect grades, perfect smile, perfect family but it was all a lie. She says sorry to everyone for everything that she does wrong well for what they say she does wrong
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