My So-Called Cinderella Story(Tester.)
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"Everynight, Daddy would read me fairytales. He would always read my favourite. Cinderella. I loved that one, there would be a princess serving her family, and she finds her prince and lives happily ever after. But Mummy died. The Daddy said he would read me a story, when he has sometime, but he never had anytime. He ws never in my house anymore, And my life has been going downhill since then..I wish mummy was back, she could sort this mess out..."
March, 26th, 2002. 7 years old, i wrote that statment, The last, and first, i ever wrote. Until today...I am going to write again. Write my inner most feelings and thoughts...And this is my story...
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