My pictures were all missing, all my baby pictures, my past memories, everything, I didn't even know what young me was like, and I still don't. Ever since my parents car got stolen all my baby pictures were gone with that car. So It really felt like i was nobody. My name is Day, and you would think since that was my name, I would be bright and happy. But no. Everytime I make a decision everyone says no and claims That it hurts other people. What about me, I'm hurting. This autobiography is a decision I made, It's me finally deciding to let the world know, I Deyah Lara, am hurting.
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The crushed Orchid: Autobiography by Deyah Lara
Fiction GénéraleHere is the story about what I went through and why it hurts so damn much
