Don't Cry

Don't Cry

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Romance
Viver uma história onde você se torna a personagem principal era o sonho de toda garota. Eu, apenas com 16 anos. Dei espaço para que arrogância viesse e tornasse parte de mim. Ver olhos lacrimejando e implorando por mim era tão doce quanto mel. Antes invisível para todos, mas agora? Abri espaço para mim nesse mundo novo. Chegou minha vez de mostrar a leoa dentro mim. Sexo e drogas tudo que eu queria. Você está pronto para entrar nesse mundo?
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