Love? Dont Exist
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Last published Sun, Jan 10, 2016
Hello my name is Beth Dark.
Im 17 years old, 5'7 with dark blue and light gray eyes with black hair that caress my waist. I've been living with my aunt, Rosalie Curt, for about four years now.A 26 year old woman, who was once married, loving, and carefree but now she's divorced, abusive, and a drug addict. My parents and siblings were in a car crash and burned in the fire the car made when it exploded. Me? Haha..i was at my my singing program not knowing that my family was being taken away from me, singing the last song my parents sung to me that night before.
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