You're My Echo
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Última publicación dom, abr 12, 2015
You know that feeling when you're alone? When you're curled in a ball with your knees to your chest and you don't know what to do? You're sitting in the corner of your room, with your head in your knees, crying. You know that feeling? That feeling of struggle that's building inside you and all everybody says about it is "She's a teenager, it's just the hormones." And you know that feeling when you know there wrong, that it's not just the "hormones" it's the life there giving you, it's the life there putting you through.
I'm Jenna, and this is my story.
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