Who is? (I know I'm not perfect)
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Taylor's life is hard. She has a lot on her mind and not a lot of free time to escape from it. Buuut this is totally not a story about a depressive mind-fudged girl... So chill, her life might suck but she is happy. Plus she has the awesomestest friend of all time to help her through her love troubles and school random cwap...
Please don't read if you're not comfortable with homosexuals, cussing and hormonal teenagers, also this story is totally fictional and I am very sorry for if any resemblance occurs... Okay so I'll leave you to it :*
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