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Jan 2014
On black friday I stole a lot of clothes to feel better about how empty I felt. I didn’t feel like I had enough to be thankful for, so I took action.

On black friday I wore all black and put my hair up to show my face. My mom said to walk proud. I couldn’t even look you in the eye and I left early.

On black friday I got drunk off tequila shots and danced until my feet hurt. I hadn’t done this is months. I drank until my senses started numbing. I mistook this for happiness and woke up feeling empty.
Arielle Avila
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Arielle Avila  TX
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