Bliss is an illusion
- LECTURES 80
- Votes 9
- Chapitres 5
I'm not your normal teenage girl. I'm anything but normal. Most people think I'm weird and just creepy, making me an outcast of society. All because I'm 'different' to everyone else and because I fell for what society calls 'Love' .
What love that was...
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