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Last plea for help Nobody takes my words seriously. Nobody takes me seriously. When I say I’m tired, they tell me ‘go rest, go sleep’ That’s not the tired I am. I’m just tired of living. I don’t want this life. 15th November 1998, I was born. My parents first child. My grandparents first grandchild. The first girl of the house. Everyone was so happy, that I was here. Then, I got tumors in both eyes. *Insert sad struggle time* So I somehow survived that. My family loves me a lot even today. They let me get away with shit. They care about me a lot. They spoil me even now and I’m 22 now. They always made me feel special and loved. Yet I don’t feel very wanted and loved. Then I went to school. You know you study, and if lucky get friends. I was always discriminated, left alone cause of my disability. Oh forgot to mention the tumor? It ate up one of my eye. So my right eye is made out of plastic. Yet my mom made sure I never let that put me down. I’d come...