Under my Skin

Under my Skin

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Last published Wed, Dec 11, 2019

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Essa história não é só minha como de todos os personagens que estão aqui. Meu nome é Melissa Vandela e tenho 17 anos, moro em NY. Desde pequena eu era costumada a ficar sozinha, meus pais trabalhavam muita e a unica atenção que eu tinha era a do meu avó.... Bom, antes dele ter uma parada cardíaca e morrer. Com 8 anos meus pais se separaram e eu comecei a ficar com meu pai. Depois com minha mãe. Aos 14 anos eu comecei a beijar alguns garotos e a conhecer outros na web. Os garotos que eu beijava da rua de minha mãe não eram tudo isso, mas eu só queria receber um pouco de carinho. Agora aos 17 eu sou a mesma, porém vivendo uma bagunça.

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