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yours truly


lexandra easily confused,goofy to the max,disLexic also ,always worried youngest of three glowing sisters and one saint/sinner brother lover of music that makes me feel something inside peace and true beauty lover of friendship that keeps me sane lover of kind hearted wise older people like my teacher Mr.Z feels the need to be a caregiver to all who cant care for themselves who feels the pain of others and wants to change it giver of a shoulder to cry on and a book of past experiences and pain to tell i fear hurting other people the end of the day and what the outcome will be i would love to see the world through someone else's eyes i want to see the pain people go through and how they overcome it living in the strange town of washington my name is Lexandra BRATTON even though my father wants nothing to do with me
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