The depressed girl
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Last published Sun, Mar 6, 2016
Hi I am A or know as aviana. I am gothic but emo too. My family is different from me like good,happy,kind family that care s for everyone but me. My mom is a teacher and my dad is a doctor. I have two little brothers and one older who is adopted. The littles name are tom and patsy. They are twin. My family are brown heads but my Toby the oldest. He is a blond and very popular at my high school. I am 16. Tom and pasty are 11. And Toby is 17. And I do cut my self on my arms and legs. And we have a pet cat rozy who is a girl.
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