Life Hurts!
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Last published Tue, Mar 31, 2015
Es geht um die depresive lina (12).
Ja richtig 12.
Denn als ich 12 war hatte ich bereits Depressionen.
Niemand hat mich für ernst genommen.
Nur weil ich 12 war.
Ich war verliebt und bin es heute noch.
damals bekam ich ärger.
Aber darf eine 12 jährige keinr gefühle empfinden?
Madlen geht es genau so.
Sie ist verliebt in ihren besten freund.
Das schon bereits seid 3 jahren.
Ich will jetzt nicht zu viel verraten.
Viel "Spaß" beim lesen.
lasst doch bitte konstruktive Kritik da.
danke.
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