Fucked up
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Last published Tue, Nov 3, 2015
Hvordan kan noe forandre seg så fort? Et smil skjuler mer enn man tror.
Dette er vel som en dagbok for meg. Og DU får lese den. Du får lese om hvordan alt brått forandret seg. Hvordan ting ikke var som de pleide. Hvordan jeg ble fucked up.
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