Young
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Last published Sat, Nov 1, 2014
Young is the name you see on every important building in London. It's my family name. I'm Everly and this is my crazy story.
The story of how a by music consumed girl came in contact with the bad side of life. I don't know how it happened. But along the way I managed to fall in love. Adding to my list of worry's.
The worst part is; I might die.
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