Violette's diary
- LECTURAS 20
- Votos 3
- Partes 2
Etiquetasdarkromance
Hello~! this is my diary <3 I mostly wrote about my dearest lover Martin Lockwood- im sure you've heard about him! at least from the newspaper about a brutal homicide that happened around our school! ;) xoxo
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