dvearshawn
- LETTURE 465
- Voti 97
- Parti 3
I was lost.
That was it.
No friends, no reference points, nobody to count on.
It all was new.
And I didn't know if I would've liked it.
Until he came into my life.
My anchor, my North Star.
Everything I needed.
Everything I wanted.
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