Midnight Moments
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Per adultiIn corso16m
Ultima pubblicazione ven, ago 5, 2016
A collection of poems. Most of these consist of me ranting. My mind is kind of confusing.
Anyway hope you enjoy the time you spend looking deep into the mind of a depressed 16 year old girl.
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