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I'm going to Change(cutting)(suicidal)(emotional)

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My name is Zero. My real name is Rachel. As you can tell with the name I go by now I am an emo child. I get called this by the popular kids. They make fun of me because i'm not just like them and that I self-harm. Honestly I love my name. I mean it basically describes my life, I have zero friends, zero perfections, and zero freedom.
      But i'm going to show all of the preps that just because that i'm an emo that it does not mean that I have nothing going for me in my life. don't think that i wont.All Rights Reserved

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