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January 15
There is a story I am going to tell today because it talks about the importance of courage, discipline and moral values. It is about a brave kid who missed the right path and got lost in a circle of friends he didn't want to associate with. This story has been told several times by children in kindergarten. As I have done before, I am going to assume the character of the boy and narrate his story in the best way I can while hoping you would learn a thing or two about him. I am going to tell his story starting from the next paragraph.
You know how it feels like when you tell your parents that you have a mental disorder and they are like; you have a demon inside you. That is how I felt the day I was diagnosed of multiple personality disorder. I was born into a catholic family. My father works as a sales manager for a big company while my mother works as a consultant in a law firm. They have little or no time for me but the beautiful thing is, I don't care!
I live in a bi
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Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger January 28
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