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The Girl Who Never Said Goodbye ( ON HOLD INDEFINITELY )

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Smiles are meant as a celebration of happiness.

A look to signify positive outcome.

Yet, here I am feeling neither of those two. Just smiling. Pretending I have the perfect life everyone thought I have.

They don't know anything. Nobody did. And these facts attest to that. I mean, on the outside you wouldn't suspect a thing. I'm a popular, not queen bee or slut popular though. Just normal. Not too intelligent to be considered geeky, but just enough to get an above average mark. I like dress ups, but in a conventional way. Like skinny jeans and sweatshirts-pretty with style. The main key is comfortability not the I-like-to-show-a-lot-of-skin type. I stand at 5 ft and 5 inches which is the standard height for girls. Black curly hair that reaches my hips, with my boring brown eyes.

I look barbie picture perfect on the outside, but I hold a lot of darker tendencies on the inside...

Too bad nobody saw it..
Until it was too late..All Rights Reserved

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Release Me by anna_rose01

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Unlasting by Giamini2000

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My FaCiAl Disorder by LIFE---118

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