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+ 3	The New Breed part 16
+ 5	The New Breed 15
+ 4	The New Breed part 14
+ 7	The New Breed Part 13
+ 4	The Family Curse Part 4
+ 4	Diaries of a Blood Stained Diamond
+ 3	The New Breed Part 12
+ 4	The Family Curse Part 3
+ 6	The New Breed Part 11
+ 4	The Family Curse Part 2
+ 8	The New Breed Part 10
+ 6	The Family Curse Part 1
+ 3	The Family Curse: Preface
+ 5	The New Breed Part 9
+ 4	The New Breed Part 8
+ 6	The New Breed Part 7
+ 5	The New Breed Part 6
+ 5	The New Breed Part 5
+ 6	The New Breed Part 4
+ 3	The New Breed Part 3

It's offical. My life is nothing. My grandmother has died. She is in fact in a better place. My mother is friends with a guy I can't stand to save my life. He is a pervert, a creep, and a clingly little *bad word*. I like someone while I love someone else. My new crush is my best friend's crush. I'm so ashamed. My love isn't here to comfort me. This is the only way I can truly express myself. My friend whom seemd like a sister to me isn't here for me to talk to. Everything I know and love is fading away into the darkness. I can't see ahead of me. I'm afraid. I'm afraid of everything. Nothing seems stable this time around. I'm scared to kill myself, to die. My words bring me to tears as a type on this tear stained keyboard. Plenty of helping hands reaching for me. But yet, I refuse to grab one. Is there anything wrong with me? Do I need help? These are the questions that kill me slowly when I try to sleep. My friends seem so far away. Sadly, I must quit typing or my father will get angry. I shall write again. That much is true.

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