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What do you do when you are constantly being controlled, there is only one solution, to run. So I ran. My whole life was like a movie, the perfect kid, good grades, but then I slipped, I was falling. One thing can mess up your life. This is why I ran, I had to get away, because I slipped I could not live up to that girl I was before. Now while I was running, me being the clumsy person I am, I slipped, now this time I mean literally slipped. I fell off a cliff. This is how I ended up dead and in hell. This is my story…
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Hello. I’m Cassidy. I’m 16 years old, and I am helpless. I’m weak, defenseless and not to mention unassuming. I am utterly boring and uninteresting. I wouldn’t be surprised if God himself overlooked me. Maybe that’s why my life sucks so much. My face is dull and pale, and my hair is mousy brown. My eyes are black and my fingers are long and stringy. Once in junior high, a teacher likened me to ghost. I had wanted to tell her, “Yes. I remind myself of a ghost sometimes too.” But I didn’t say anything in return. I have one friend and even she doesn’t like me for me; only for the shiny new car my step dad bought me. Boys don’t notice me. And when they do it’s only to pick out my flaws and display them to everyone around. All in all, I am a sad and pathetic specimen of a human being. Why am I writing this? Because on June 3rd, 2011, at 12:31 am, I died.

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