I'm Nothing But Special
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People say people kill themselves because there life was difficult but I think that they do it because they want to make others suffer.
My name is Aria and I'm a mental patient at the Hudson penitentiary I've been in here for six months.
I was put in here because I found my dad dead in my own house he killed himself. He took some pills and drowned himself. Nothing special. Oh and I went crazy and tried to go with my dad but as you can tell that didn't happen
I get out of here in two days and im going back to school I'm nervous but I guess that's normal.
But let's get to the point I get made fun of and some kid named Adrian helps me with the pain and the cruel people but i start catching feeling but try to hide them because Adrian has a type and it isn't mental seventeen year olds.
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