IMAGINATION TO ME
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Last published Sat, Jul 15, 2017
Sono una ragazza, una di quelle che si trovano nella categoria "le preferite dell'ansia". io scrivo perchè è l'unico modo con cui posso liberare ciò che è imprigionato al mio interno. sono una gabbia dentro una prigione. Scriverò tutto ciò che vedrò o immaginerò.
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