I. Love. Your. Eyes!
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Última publicación mié, abr 1, 2015
The world is full of wonders which I personally think a lot of people take for granted.
Being able to see all the different things is a gift in life which not everyone has the ability to claim.
I for one had my first chance to visibly see the world for the first time!
....... Maybe this gift wasn't such a fantastic idea after all.
Im 17 in my last year of school, no dramas right?
Wrong.
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