When will people noticed a person?
When do people see what's the real and the bad?
When will someone come to accompany me for the rest of my life?
If I made a scene?
If I kiss someone at the front of many people?
If I killed someone?
Or if I die?
If my life started to blown by wind? And the importance of my life started to vanished, will people know who I am? If I started to fade?
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Babababam Babababam Bamm!
Annyenghaseyo guyseu! A simple reminder guys. First and foremost, please don't expect to much in this story. Second and the last one, I AM SORRY FOR THE FUTURE TYPOS (boom buti pa sya may future) That's all and THANK YOU!!
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Her Picture
Teen Fiction"Every picture has it owns beauty. And soon it will slowly fade and never be distinguished by anyone."
