It was the first fissure in the columns that upheld my childhood, that every individual must destroy before he can become himself. Such fissures and rents grow together again, heal and are forgotten. But in the most secret recesses they continue to live and bleed.
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Unexpected Journey(Complete)
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It's about a teenage girl life that turn from average to superb. A big and famous entertainment company took...
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