Diary of Disasters
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Última publicación jue, may 7, 2015
When I'm gone I want someone to remember me by. I want them to remember my story.
I know I need help and I know I'm not the only one but if I start with my story someone else can finish with theirs.
Don't be heartless .I only want to get things off my chest
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