The Hollow Heart
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- Parti 12
In corso21m
Ultima pubblicazione mer, ago 17, 2016
I'm just a normal girl just trying to get through school. I have brown hair and green eyes so nothing special there. I have anxiety I have about five to ten friends. But the thing is I choose to have so few friends because that means less drama or so I thought.....
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