Just Another Perfect Girl (Editing)
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Last published Mon, Aug 4, 2014
I want every move I am making is perfect. I want everything to be perfect…
…AND, It seems that my vision of being a perfect girl is being on the way as I, imagined it, BUT, the time he came on my way, EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED.
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