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Without a trace
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Bersambung, Awal publikasi Mei 25, 2015
I only had a special type of boys. Not the type that will knock you up and leave you with a baby. Or worst two! But the type that would love you for ever no mater what happens. I never thought that I would find the special boy but I did, I fell in love and then I had to leave him behind.The next summer I go to see him in Texas and I found out he was gone in the night. Folks kept saying that he was dead,suicide, or murder. My mom was acting really weird does she have something to do with it? I know he's still alive I can feel it but where could he be. He was gone without a trace.
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