The Scary Summer
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Última atualização qua, jan 22, 2014
Have you ever lost someone that was close to you? Have you ever felt like you couldn't think clearly?
Now I feel I'm lost in my thoughts, but I never can find the answer. I don’t know what to believe, I don't know what the truth is.
I want to turn the time back, just one minute, but I know I can't. I feel like my head is going to explode.
One way or another I'm gonna get revenge from those who killed her.
I only have one choice……..
Writer :@ferferi
Editor :@ ZARA818
Encourager :@ melody_lovely
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