Life Overseas
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This story I'm writing as the perspective of a person who has to live overseas, aka me.
I'm writing this to let people know that it isn't all glory and amazing. This is just how my life went and how it actually is to live overseas.
This story is about my life, but it has some fiction parts, but most of it is my actual thoughts about life overseas.
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