Bright blue eyes, long silver hair. That was my Gloria.
A kind smile, a gentle sent. That was my Gloria.
Born in a castle, lived in a slum. That was my Gloria.
I will never forget her for as long as I live. My love. My light. My Gloria.
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first story😁,so please vote and comment..and follow,thanks plus,you can totally correct any of my mistakes...
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