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Chapter 8
“To help yourself, you must be yourself. Be the best that you can be. When you make a mistake, learn from it, pick yourself up and move on.”-Dave Pelzer Chapter 8 -Karen- Not that I was afraid to admit it; whoever had said ‘trust was like a paper’, was damn right. My trust (paper) was not only crumpled but was torn brutally. And even if I’d try to tape together the pieces of the torn paper, it wouldn’t work. I’d only get a disfigured, good for nothing paper. Putting the headphones on, I cranked the rock music playlist as loud as I could, to the point where I’d definitely go deaf. I didn’t care. I needed to take a break from the real world. Music was a great escape. It didn’t need a portal to take you to another world. The words were enough to do that. Nate had left, and I couldn’
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