Answer:
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Explanation:
4 pm I wake up, my room a mess, the potato chips spread across my bed. Crying and pain, broken hearts and lost memories. Oh the life of a teenage girl, being forced for perfection. Skinny, you arent. Pretty, you arent. The whispers of a tennage mind. You have to be what you aren't, and if you are well you aren't. Never good enough, never enough. Well that's just what we have to deal with in our normal life.
