A story that tells me this story, at this moment when my papel comes to me as many times, it’s long and hard to eat. It doesn’t appear to me that something is ‘common’, and there is an image that you can see before it shows a picture of what you want to see.
My name is Sofia. I am not like other girls my age. When I look in the mirror, I don’t always recognize the face looking back at me. My skin is swollen, my eyes are tired, and the tubes that help me breathe remind me every second that my life is different.
But I was not always like this.
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