I'm Sarah. Maybe the life I do not have those special because I trapped in temporary memory loss illness since the age of 14. My parents were killed in a barbaric way the night by robbers stabbed dozens of puffs on their bellies. I often turn to cry after each remember what I forgot. Every day after school I still or invite my friends to play and sleep through the night. But they're merciless when it came to the next morning left not sending 1 message or at least are remind air power after each time I call. I am upset and goes down to the kitchen to make something to eat. Unpressurized memory steak recently purchased, I went out to grab a knife to finely ...I turn to cry.
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