My life is you
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i miei ricordi di quando avevo 14 sono molto confusi, in quegli anni successero molte cose, e ripensarci ora che ne ho 17 mi fa un certo effetto. Non avrei mai creduto che la persona che conobbi mi cambiò la vita e rimase incollato fino ad adesso nella mia mente e nel mio cuore e non credo proprio che se ne andrà mai
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