Our LifeA Chapter by LostandAloneA poem
I sit here in my room, There are a lot of things You, And really, We’re blessed, We are surrounded by Dream of having friends as great as we do… And they love us, And frankly, You know? After all the s**t So yeah, But in reality None of that matters, © 2013 LostandAlone |
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2 Reviews Added on January 16, 2013 Last Updated on January 18, 2013 AuthorLostandAloneMy Own Endless Hell, AZAboutMy name is Ade. I'm a very opinionated teenage writer. I'm in a relationship with a guy named James. I write poetry, stories, and books of a variety of genres. My best friends are Katie and .. more.. |

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