SIXTEEN
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Ongoing
Last published Sun, Sep 6, 2015
She was Sixteen when she realized she was fallin' inlove.
She was sixteen when she started to hide her feelings.
She was sixteen when she keeps on pretending.
She was sixteen when she was hurt!
And she was Sixteen when she learn how to fight for her love.
All happened when she was SIXTEEN!
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