True story 😭💔

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LECTURES 15
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Parties 2
Durée <5 mins

People say my life is perfect but it's really not trust me👌I'm sorry if this is boring but I thought that I'd tell you! 😭 it's not just things that have happen to me it's also people that have said stuff😭Tous Droits Réservés

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