School Life Crisis (5SOS)
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Última atualização seg, out 27, 2014
I scruff my hair up as I look in the mirror at my reflection, my curly hair in attempt to cover my eyes but its too curly to be that long yet, I put on my bracelets and open up my closet and look at the shoes I own, I grab my favorite trainers and run downstairs to the lads.
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