lenava karkuke

How many times have I raised my head ..... ....... not pride but remained in the lachrymal not Khouna ......... instead of a catcher in front of Gasri ....  ❤

Whitney to break from my ribs rarely ...... and tear of leather and paper ........ and took the dolls Habra.. wrote i love you .... do not die .... ❤ 

وكل دقه...... قلب يدقها.......قلبى لك ..... ليقولو❤

اشكركم ياصديقاتى

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