I wish I had......
- LECTURES 31
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- Chapitres 29
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Dernière publication mar., janv. 10, 2023
Thaughts of a girl after breakup.
How she wishes she had done some things differently.
How she wishes she had realized a few things earlier.
How she wishes she knew herself better.
How she wishes she had handled things better.
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