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I gave up on life really. My best friends are dead, my partners in crime. I only have my fake smiles now, i don't even know why I'm breathng. One day I crossed a path in the bad kinda kids in my school- they introduced me to smoking, cutting, drinking. Being the 'good' -enough- girl I was. I denied two of those since I had rreally bad asthma and a bad amount of seizures. I continued to cut though. It made me feel the pain I was suppose to feel for my friends.

One night I tried to escape everything to be with people I love...unfortunately my mom found me, she told me everything was alright- that i was alright. For sometime I began to feel better. Dudn't do as many bad things, my fake smile - it- it sometimes felt real.

Whatever, it ain't gon' last long.

Roughly, months passed, my mom got a new job, we were moving.

Time to be different, be bold, confident. Get my grroovvee on.

ENJOY!