Beloved
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Ostatnia publikacja czw., sie 3, 2017
I swing both feet over my bed, sitting there for a good two minutes thinking of what can go wrong today. Bitches, Bullies, My past? scenarios start playing through my head.
I could trip, fall, make a fool outta myself on the first day of school, I'm excited because nobody knows me, my past is hidden, My mistakes, Are in the past... I deleted all social media to cover up my past because it's a truly horrible story... My horrible story.
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