Scars To Your Beautiful
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  • Reads 1,404
  • Votes 293
  • Parts 20
  • Time 1h 35m
Complete, First published May 18, 2016
Mature
The worst thing about betrayal, is it doesn't come from strangers.

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Gracie used to be confident and outgoing, that is until things are said and done that change her life forever.

With a mom who is never home and a dad she never met, Gracie has raised herself pretty much her whole life.

When the demons in her mind come out to play, will she tag along or will she fight against the voices that are filled with venom?
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