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FIRE AND ICE
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Em andamento, Primeira publicação em set 17, 2023
My life is complicated and I'm not yet eighteen.
Starting from how I came into existence right to who is parenting me screams complication.
This complication was brought to me by my Mum...she is a great force you can't withstand.
  We are polar opposites in every way...she is Fire and I'm...well...Ice... 
She has no worries to care about and dumps her stress on life to work it out.
Her daily motto is You Only Live Once.
   Well,Life decides to retaliate and now I'm caught in the web.
 You might wonder why? and here is why...

'cause I switched bodies a night before my birthday with none other than my MUM.
 My life just couldn't get any more worse than this.
But hasn't Karma always been a bitch?



Warning ⚠️ MILD CUSS INCLUDED.
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