I'm not the girl I used to be.

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then the pain would go away sooner and not hurt as much.

Name's Ruth, Boyfriend's Joel. Fifteen.
♥Bff, Peiyi, PQRS
Your opinion is neither desired nor required.
Envy me, rate me, hate me, either way, you ain't me.

Scream your words,

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