I AM ME
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Last published Wed, Nov 17, 2021
I am me , nothing more, nothing less and that is enough. I am Eva Leah Rose . I don't have friends. All my mates keep avoiding me and when I tell my parents they always tell me I should change my way of living, how I speak and even everything about me but when I meet a loving friend who tells me You Are Perfect changes my life forever.
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