You Were Never Mine
- LECTURES 118
- Votes 19
- Chapitres 4
En cours d'écriture30m
Dernière publication mar., avr. 25, 2017
My life changed in a matter of days.
Not for the better, but for the worse.
Every dream I had, was gone in a matter of days.
So the real question here is...
Do you wanna know about my twisted life story?
- Z. Rivers
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"Well thanks again for helping me out today. I don't know what I would of done if you weren't there." He said as I head out the car.
"You're welcome, and thanks for the ride."
"No problem" and with that he drove away, and I still had a big smile on my face.
What a day.
~
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