How am I supposed to write about you when you never smoked cigarettes and you never called me a work of art or compared my eyes to the night sky?
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Story by Alexia
My idol hates me ( A . I )
"Niemand braucht dich, du Miststück."
Ja, ich weiß. Ist nicht das erste Mal , dass ich genau das hö...