My 1672 Story
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Última publicación mié, dic 16, 2015
Well, I have recently moved schools and feeling a little intimidated by the crowds and numerous gangs. So much that i struggle to breathe. I guess you could call that anxiety. But one day led to a week and that one week led to months and soon months turned into years. There is nothing left now. All gone becasue of the day when it all began. My diary reports from 1672 explain my story.
Dear diary.
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