American beauty
- LECTURAS 99
- Votos 5
- Partes 5
" My name is Tahran Bhaduri and this journal of mine will led you through every thing that has made me the American Beauty icon and for all of you who disagree you can go fuck yourself "
Hey I'm Tahran Bhaduri and this is my journal of my kinda weird ass life but you my lucky little reader will be reading all of it so we can get to know each other. Maybe I'll be dead by the time your finding this journal and reading it or maybe I'm slowly being murdered but I hope you like my life story reader because some things will get interesting, violent, joyful, or just straight up deep piercing pain to your lovely heart. My life is like a joy ride but not a normal one just read and find out will you already?
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