Which Guy? By Hiddenheart_Stories
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Concluída ter, nov 27, 2012<5 mins
How can one girl struggle so much dealing with love?
Would she find a way to escape her broken heart?
The sorrows, pain, misery... Will it make her stronger?
Read the story of Athenamarie delacruz's (Hiddenheart_Stories) real love story and see if she will be able to forget her indescribable love story.
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Falling, Still
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