The Wounds Behind Her Smile
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My name is blake... My life outside of school is a different story.... I was the most popular girl wearing the shortest skirts and shorts and the highest tank tops but that changed when my moms boyfriend came in my room one day late at night so now I am traumatized .... I'm completely a different person.... I'm alone.....Insane
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