Just being myself
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Última publicación dom, jul 5, 2015
Based on a true life experience
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This was based off on a true story and an experience..
of being bullied,being in pain and being felt like you're nothing..
I always thought how others felt being bullied and hurt..
and how they would starve and self harm themselves because words kills them right through their hearts...
Well that happened to me...
This is the story of a young girl..who experienced pain like never she ever felt before...not even when she got an injection or a slap...
This is what others called...
Self harm...
And this is how a girl name Lilithia realized...That it's okay to be in pain...Just as long as you are alive...Just be you...
I'm just being me...
there's no absolute problem on being different..
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