The journal of Fredrick Ivan Schultz
- LECTURES 222
- Votes 3
- Chapitres 4
En cours d'écriture25m
Dernière publication mer., juil. 16, 2025
He was in between his desire to be useful and wanted and agony of him being the one who was never enough and not needed by the one he loves.
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