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Chapter 1 A life's misery My name is Mandy no body understands what I go through everyday. My mom punished me for fun, my dad beats me for his own laughs, My misery is there joy. I go to school everyday with bruises and cuts, but I still smile. No one asks if I'm ok because no one cares. I have no friends and no one that cares for me. Do I enjoy my life? No. Do I ever think about suicide? Yes. Have I ever tried to cumit suicide? No. Last of all, why haven't I tried? Because it doesn't change a thing, it doesn't make things better, think about everything not just about the bad things, but the upsides in life. Some day you might get a redo at life, but maybe you won't, there is no reason to end a beautiful life that you can change by doing just one thing. What is that one thing? It's sticking up for yourself. Don't end a life just because it isn't perfect you can become a survivor.
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