MASKED
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Terror
I have always hid from everyone, I don't mean to do it, I'm just.... Scared! I'm scared that, people won't except me for who I am. People always assume I'm bad because I look and act differently. IM NOT BAD, ok? i do good things all the time, just because my religion is different then yours does not mean you have A right to cram yours down my throat, and my music genre is loud and dark, and that I wear black clothes everyday.. That's just me. I hide from people for the thought of being rejected kills me. I want to feel equal as Everyone else does. This is my story of being "masked." And hiding from the rest of the world and the journey I went through, before I killed myself.
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People don't understand me. I was just a small town girl who didn't know what to do. All because I was quiet, listened to punk, and always wore jackets to cover my scars, I was labeled as the 'Emo Freak'. I've been teased and hit. I've been abused by people at school, and by my mother, if that's what you can call her. My life is a mess. The only escape I had was music. All the bands I listened to provided a sense of comfort for me. Especially one band in particular by the name of All Time Low. I felt a major connection between the lyrics and the band. They were the only reason why I was alive. This is my story. **FICTIONAL STORY**

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