Forever my Girl
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Última publicación lun, may 14, 2018
Ich bin im Krankenhaus aufgewacht. Alles war so weiß nur diese grünen wunderschönen Augen, gefüllt mit Tränen sahen mich an. Ich wollte mich aufrichten und auf einmal war alles schwarz. Warum ich hier bin? Weiß ich selber nicht.
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Mein Name ist Aurelia Antanasia Trayson. Ich bin 16 Jahre alt und wohne in Manchester, England. Ich bin wohne mit meiner Mutter alleine da mein Vater bei meiner Geburt einfach abgehauen ist. Ich bin Einzelgängerin weil in meiner Umgebung nur falsche Leute rumlaufen. Ich liebe essen, schlafen & shoppen und ich hasse so ziemlich die meisten Menschen. So viel zu mir.
Autorin:
Ich heiße Alina & bin 15 Jahre alt. Ich wohne in Österreich mit meinen Eltern und meiner kleinen Schwester.
Meine Hobbys sind lesen, shoppen, mit Freunden was unternehmen und schlafen lol
Bitte Rechtschreibfehler nicht beachten, ich bemühe mich so wenig wie möglich reinzubauen hehe
Viel Spaß beim lesen❤️
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