Night Book

Night Book

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación mié, sep 20, 2017
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Romance
One word. Just speaking one word was a struggle for me. I have always been shy. Since I was 2 years old, I moved from foster house to foster house. Every Time I spoke or grew attached, I was most likely moved. After that, I never felt the need to speak. My last foster mother was to be as close as a real mother to me compared to the other wenches. Her soft heart made me climb out of the shell that ate me more and more everyday. Once I was done with high school and the foster system, I felt the need for a change. I decided to take the leap and head to Milan, Italy. Nicole, my foster mother didn't just teach me to live. She taught me how to experience it with art. Art captured so many emotions in me that I never had felt. The school of art in Italy was calling my name. Love in the night was also calling my name. Through a book in a nightclub.
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