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Oct 2013
I feel, I love, I cry.
All the time I feel something, maybe passion maybe anger maybe sadness maybe excitment.
But i never stop feeling.

I find myself conpletley lost in my imagination lots of the time.
I find myself confused, never knowing what to think or do or say.

I see myself as never good enough, i want to be like the others.
I see myself as ugly or fat or too skinny or full of spots or stupid or a nerd.

What am I?
I'm a normal teenage girl, trying to find herself.
Luisa bernabó
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Luisa bernabó  Rome
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