FAME (lizzie young)

FAME (lizzie young)

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JORDANA LYNCH I never had high expectations for my future honestly I didnt even know I would live this long, from young age every morning I always thought "would this be last morning I wake up to" but after a huge "accident" as my mother calls it which entails 3 broken ribs a punctured lung and a huge concussion to the head I stopped wondering and I started fighting, learning all of a sudden the cause of my accident AKA my dear old dad was starting to be carefull around me, started fearing me and what I could do. As he should he'll pay for his sins but not in a church or with a priest but with his blood. LIZZIE YOUNG Since the day my sister jumped off that footbridge all I felt is anger unbelievable and undying anger at the world, the people, everyone and when a cocky but broken girl came into my life it started to lessen of course I would't ever tell her,her ego would get in even bigger, secretly I love it but dont tell her I said that.
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