emo/mute girl
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  • Reads 17,568
  • Votes 492
  • Parts 29
  • Time 1h 6m
Complete, First published Apr 07, 2015
i am the girl that has no friends, that gets picked on, that hasnt talked. i am considered an emo freak or a loser. i dont really care. i am fine without friends. my mother is gone and my dad is abusive and doesnt give a shit if i was found dead. but that is normal in my life. i wont talk to anyone and hopefully they will stop talking to me.
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