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Apr 2015
It's like memory lane filled with childhood and matriurity but without the memories I grew up with strict parents and harsh neighbors my life wasn't fun and after years of torture and hatred I don't know if I can return to this neighborhood this life again. I don't believe I can survive another thought of this house
True about me
Tiffany Marie
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Tiffany Marie  24/F/New York
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