A Butterfly Without Her Wings: The ugly truth.
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Ongoing5m
Last published Mon, May 27, 2013
This is a story of my life as a child. Living as a victim of Bullying, losing hope in anything I do. To finding the only person who at has taken a chance and wanting to know the real me, and changing my life towards a positive direction. Please, no judgement or rude comments.
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