What If I Died Tomorrow?
What If I Died Tomorrow?

What If I Died Tomorrow?

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I'm not the perfect girl. I'm anything but perfect. I hate every atom in my body, and there is no one who can change that. The closest I ever had to a friend was Cody, but he now lives to humiliate me and bring me down. My dreams are dangerous, and I'm afraid there are things that don't go right in this town. But, I know that if I died tomorrow, no one would miss me.
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