My story
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Dernière publication ven., mai 22, 2015
You probably don't know me but this is my story.
When I was little I didn't have the best life and dad.My dad would sometimes touch me in weird me in weird places ever since I was little.He would always tell me that if I told anyone he would kill my family, so I've kept it a secret my whole life. Until now.
Btw this is not a true story
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