- Reads 6
- Votes 2
- Parts 1
- Time 6m
Ongoing, First published Oct 13, 2013
Harry was just the boy next door the boy who i could talk to for hours at a time about anything. Harry was my best friend the quite sweet boy i went to when i need a shoulder to cry on or just a good laugh, i dont know where that boy when Because the man who stands in front of me is most defiantly was not my Harry.All Rights Reserved
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