~THE UNPLEASANT CHILDHOOD~
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I didn't have the childhood everyone had....
The parents that always protected u...
The friends who were always there for u..
I didn't had any......just memories that made me so strong yet weak
The unpleasant childhood i had.....made me cold
Hi everyone!!! This is my first ever book that i will be publishing....so yeah I don't really expect to have it all perfectly but still i hope u like it!!!~ And sorry if i make any mistakes :)
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