Diary Of A Dead Girl
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Jan. 1: I've lost almost all my friends. I don't know why everybody hates me why did I do to hurt them. I'm sick and tired of friends that talk about u behind your back and then there's the back stabbers bullies that only want u so they have somebody to make fun of. What if there's no such thing as "true friends"
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