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Has it finally happened? Have, finally, I gone insane? How does one know the difference between sanity and insanity? There are completely sane people that are willing to take the innocence from something very small. There are insane people that possibly rule our world. I've been teetering on the edge of crazy for fourteen years, which is, seven hundred twenty eight weeks, also, five thousand one hundred ten days, and also, one hundred twenty two thousand six hundred forty days, or seven hundred thirty six thousand days, and finally, four hundred forty one million five hundred four thousand seconds. I've lived for this long. I wish I could just go insane. Things would be much easier.
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Ana

Life as a child was amazing. Your weight didn't matter. Your clothes didn't matter. Your parents money didn't matter. All that mattered was who you were going to play with, but that's all gone now. My sister hates me, my mom has no time for me, and my dad, well he left me. My life has been one whirlwind after another. Except I'm content with it, till it all comes crashing down. Every television, billboard, and magazine is covered with models. Models that are supposed to be role models, for us. Perfect face, perfect body, perfect life. I have none of those things. All my life I've never cared that I was over weight, and didn't wear makeup. Who knew a boy could change all of that? That's when I decided to starve myself, force myself to look like the girls in the magazines. Who knew all I was doing was slowly killing myself? Life likes to play games, except my game is called Ana and I don't think I will survive. (unedited) Cover by: MadHatter_25

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