Unnoticeable
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This is story of a girl who runs track and cross country. She loves running.
She feels safe and secure.
She feels unstoppable, fearless, confident.
But in reality she feels like a total loner, worthless, a nobody.
Sometimes she feels like she can't to do anything .
Even if she has a whole team to make her feel better she goes home with the same feeling, as she came to practice.
Running is only way she feels like she is somebody worthy, someone that everybody cares.
And that girl is me. I'm a 15 year old girl trying to get noticed to feel like I'm someone worthy of myself. Mine name is Isabel Casillas.
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