When I Was Weak You Made Me Stronge

When I Was Weak You Made Me Stronge

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I use to be the shy girl. Until I got expose for being a slut. I just really need a friend right now. The people I thought were my friends are really not. My father is abusive and my mother too busy working to notice anything. I just need a friend. One is not too many to ask for. I think I have a mental problem.Beside I am depress most of the time. It's just before I could hide it. Now it kind of shows but I really don't care anymore what people have to say or think about me."Hey." He said to me. "Hi." I said. "Don't we have gym together?" He said."Yeah I think. I'll see you later my ride here." I said. That's how it all started. At first I didn't feel like I had a friend. Than we became more.
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