MY STORY
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Last published Sat, Jun 8, 2013
This is my story.. I'm writing this so you can understand me more than you already do.. It talks about Abuse, Adoption, Bullies, My Suicide attempts, and my cutting... I hope you guise can understand me better if I write this <3
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