I (state your name here) am a hopeless romantic.
Hopelessly devoted to (state lover/crush name here).
I have promised my friends that I would confess my love.
But I hide in gallows hoping that they will come
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Teen Years
PoésieThe struggle of a teenager just figuring herself out. It's not a pity story. But a look on how life is impacted on the little things everyday.
