Stories by blueorchids blackroses
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Ik schrobte en schrobte tot mijn huid rood was en pijn deed. Het was nog niet genoeg. 'Zet de kraan heter'dac...
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I had more than hundred questions although non of them really mattered.
twenty-one-gone
twenty one and gone,
i was 19 when i married the love of my life, now im 21 and im divorcing my nightmare.