Message To My Younger Self
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Growing up sucks.
I wish I have someone to guide me perfectly through my teenage years, but of course, everyone have to fight their own battle.
I can't go back in time to tell all of this to my younger self, but I hope this is useful for someone somewhere.
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Notes to self
Essays of traumas which will either help me grow or continue to be my downfall guess I'll never know(I keep the typos in cause I'm not perfect and neither is my story) is Wrote the beginning chapters when I was 16 Mabey 17 I'm 18 now about to be 19
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