My Boyish Girlfriend
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Everybody tells me that I am a Lesbian because of my Gestures, Action and Speaking style wich is not true plus the fact that all of my friends are Boys. I don't care what people would say about me nor think about me. The Hell I Care? -_-
This is me so they have no Rights to judge my Personality.
What If ma Inlove ka Sa babaeng Mas lalake pa sayo kung Umasta?
Masasabi mo ba sa kanyang Mahal mo siya kahit ang Kapalit nun ay Goodbye Friendship na?
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