THE MASK GIRL
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Why am I being hated by my mother , it would have been better if I was loved by her and hated by my classmates and schoolmates atleast I know am loved by someone, it hurts so much to be hated by people mainly because of ones appearance.
I am an helpless girl, leaving in the caged made by my own mother, for no reason I wonder why she hated me so much to the point of killing me.
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