My Dearest Maxx
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Ultima pubblicazione lun, apr 18, 2016
I don't know exactly how to describe this... It may sound weird to you but this is how I find closure... I lost someone very close to me... My exboyfriend and I broke up on
March 4, 2016 and ever since then I haven't been truly happy.. I want to let go ,but like anyone whose gone through a terrible breakup knows, I can't... So these are my letters to Maxx. Enjoy
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