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My mom greatest worry and towards same I am doing scurry. She wants to hide me from everyone but i am not a piece of metal akin to gold or diamond. I am breathing and have my wings. I want to go out and play with my friends. Do I have any friends? I have no one no one no one. My uncovered legs are a matter of fear, and now they are turned into smear. A teen life is more like an old granny life. No fun nothing left. Thats an irony

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