11:11 (boyxboy)
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Last published Tue, Jun 11, 2019
Miracles?
Is that even real?
I have never think of it in a serious way.
All i knew is My life was filled with
dreams
anxiety
stress
and a little bit of a happiness.
But WHAT IF all of it changed when i moved to this place?
I used to think that life was boring 'cause i rarely involved myself to problems.
I never thought what will happen until i saw it with both of my eyes.
Mature♡ [21+]
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