How (not) to love
- LECTURES 35
- Votes 2
- Chapitres 3
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Dernière publication ven., août 18, 2017
The beautifully cruel reality of teenage feeling told through a series of conversations between best friends.
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That Night
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Tightrope
Blake came in and he saw something in me. Something that might be worth saving. Or maybe he'll just break me forever
Hollow Dream ✔️
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I'm Sorry
things I wish to say.Terminé
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