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I am not Princess Elsa. I am not beautiful. I am not strong. I am nothing. At least she locked herself up and shut up. At least she didn’t bother anyone. My mother won’t stop screaming about how I’m a lazy, spoiled, weak brat who should be locked up and I can’t stop crying. I can’t even do my…

I agree with first reblogger. Is there someone in your life you can speak? If you need Suicidal hotline, please give your country and I search it for you.

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