In my mind I want to die sometimes and sometimes I want to run away. No one never understand how I feel even if they say that they feel the Same way but there lying. The only things that make me happy is romantics book and animals. I have a cat she comes up to me and stay next to me when I sleep or anything even my dog. But my dog is my best friend too and she die at the end of the summer I still see her and love her. That is all I have to say.
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