My Life My Story
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WARNING:THIS BOOK HAS SOME VERY DEPRESSING CONTENT.
"Different" That's one thing that you don't want to be. Not something you want to be proud of. Skinny seems the only way to be beautiful now. Personality doesn't matter. Special is just a word. Everyday is an ongoing process of misery. The sad thing is we can't seem to change that.
Society has messed everyone up. Now apparently to live life you have to be skinny,beautiful,drugs,beer. Doing this you thought you promised to yourself you wouldn't do. That's all just memories. Childhood doesn't exist anymore. Here our two stories about to girls who face this an in everyday routine. My Life My Story.
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