WATCH ME AS I DISAPPEAR
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Última publicación mié, nov 28, 2018
"Why do you make me suffer like that??" She asked not pulling her eyes off the ground beneath her feet
"Cause I ... love you"
This is not just a story of a strong girl
This is a story that every one should know and learn new things from .
Haily is a girl who suffered all her life but never complained . She would do anything just to see the bright side . Even if the world is crushing her like a bug you will still see a smile. But... when the world see a tiny strike of sunshine , they need to kill it immediately!
Will she stand still?or will she fight? Will that smile still drawn on her face? Or will it vanish? Will she follows her heart ? Or just give up to that cruel world?
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Love you,
Toka Sx
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