Lost Hope
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Do you see that girl with her silly, greasy hair? Her filthy jacket she wears every single day. Her torn-up shoes that used to be white, but now have brown and blue painted on them. Always that suspicious look in her eyes. Her name is Angie Willow White. And that girl just so happens to be me. (Minor cussing.) (CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION!)
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My life has always been dull, lifeless.....dead. For the many years, my parents stayed out late for work and work up early for work. It was only, only work. One day, in one of my classes, a girl with auburn hair comes up to me, her intentions seemingly innocent. I've always detested the fact she was always on my back and the fact that she got under my skin so easily. Could it be because I've been yearning for a friend's presence? But then, why did I feel heartbreak and regret in the end? Why did she have to do that to me? Was it to torture me further? I would not know but this is my life, my story, my diary.

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