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the young girl, who's tears stained her cheeks every night for half a decade, and is haunted by ghosts of false-hope and another person's greed, is turning seventeen. she has grown, so much that the scars  have begun to fade, and looking around, she realized life is bad, but she can make it worth living. so, instead of letting the hauntings take her under at night, at seventeen she got a camera, and decided that i will keep moments that make me realize **life doesnt **** and take them to my grave
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
look how far she has come.
the young girl, who's tears stained her cheeks every night for half a decade, and is haunted by ghosts of false-hope and another person's greed, is turning seventeen. she has grown, so much that the scars  have begun to fade, and looking around, she realized life is bad, but she can make it worth living. so, instead of letting the hauntings take her under at night, at seventeen she got a camera, and decided that i will keep moments that make me realize **life doesnt **** and take them to my grave
my depression is fading, but it is still present. and always will be. happy 17th birthday to me. 6 years ago i never would have thought i would make it this far.
willow-tree
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Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
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