In the end
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"Its so hard sometimes" I said my stomach in knots, I willed the tears that I knew were on their way back, "its just always there, waiting. No matter how happy I am I can still feel it" Jesse looked at me sympathy in her eyes- oh how I hated that look-"you don't have to fight through this alone" she said. But I did. Nobody understood, not the therapists, not the support groups, not the online chats nothing. I was totally and utterly alone. I nodded nonetheless "I know" Rose is alone, secretly suffering from depression, anxiety and anorexic thoughts she battles through this daily. The only way she can release he emotion is through dance. However it is not until a dance teacher inspires her and looks deep enough into her personality to help her. With a troubled past, a daily struggle and a never ending battle can she make it through the war that we call life? This is based off of a true story.
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