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May 2016
But after all, she felt so cool wearing knee high socks and drinking ***** shots with the popular kids at school.
She was a prisoner of the wind, unknowing waltzing towards what direction she was impelled, expelled, told to go to hell by the one person she loved most;

**herself
Written by
Harmony Asia  England
(England)   
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