A Face In The Mirror
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Última publicación mié, ene 20, 2016
Isn't it strange how...how you don't realize how lucky and how blessed you are until your days are limited?
Hi, my name is Addy, I am a fifteen year old girl. I am a freshman in high school, and I am one of two children. I've always been captivated by the thought of being unique. Am I unique? Have I made my mark on the world? I just don't know.
Let's start over.
Hi, my name is Addy, and I have a brain tumor.
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