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Don't love too much. Don't trust too much. Don't care too much
Because that 'too much' can hurt so much…
I barged into my room whilst wiping my tears away. I paced around the room, cursing from time to time, letting the tears run down my face. '' God!'' I screamed to myself finally falling into my bed. ''He needs to die! She needs to die!'' I was silent for a moment before finally screaming out. '' FUCK MY LIFE!'' I sighed to myself as I sat up and grabbed my video recorder. I walked to my desk and placed my camera directly in front of me so it only showed my neck and my face and pressed play…
Hi There
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I am known as Fairy Academy's School Tramp
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It wasn't always like this
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I use to be respected, loved even
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However, that seems like a forgotten dream now
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It wasn't supposed to be this way
I thought it would just blow over in a couple of days
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But soon enough days turned into weeks
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And weeks turned into months
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Yes, it had been six months since I told the lie
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The lie that made my life do a total U turn
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All story's has two perspectives
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There's always the Victims one
And the Prosecutor one
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At least that's what most people think
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That's what I use to think too
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But there's one more that gets shunned by the rest of the world
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The one no one cares about
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The right one
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My one
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And this is exactly what is
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My Words
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My Perspective.
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My Say
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This story includes
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A lie
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A bitch
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And a totally false rumour that trashed my high school life
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My name is Juvia Lockster and this is the story of how I ruined my flawless reputation.
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This is the story of how I became Project Whore.