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Not the Same
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Ongoing, First published Nov 05, 2013
Mature
I never though that I would be the type of girl that I am. I always thought that I would be the type of girl that everyone wanted to be friends with. I though that everything would go my way. 
        Everything changes after I meet 5 lads, that well turn my world around. 
         I am no longer who I was when I was little. I am what you would call..... emo.




                      * I am working really hard on this. I have somethings that are going on in my life right now, and its hard to fit this into my time. I don't want to be one of those people who make you vote for the next chapter, and im not going to be. I would be really nice if you vote, even if you don't like it, I just want to know I am doing a little good. And if you see something that bothers you, or you want to fix something I wrote, just comment, and i will fix it. I am truly a horrible speller. 


                                   Thank-You,


                                                 Sixx
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