Crooked Smiles (unedited)
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Última publicación dom, ene 20, 2019
We all have these things inside us. Things we like to hide. Secrets we'd die to keep and feelings we'd kill to share. We all have this hell we live. We all have this heaven we dream of. We all have our stories... some are just worst than others.
There is so much that hides behind that crooked smile. A whole new story to be told.
This is a story about the many ways we can deal with being damaged. A story of love and loss and acceptance.
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