Mislukking
Dead, lonelyness, fear, deception... I can go on like this for a while. Yeah... What can I say?
I'm Anna. Anna Rosewood. I'm an orfin and I'm sixteen springs young.
What I want out of life? Nothing. What life expected out of me? Less.
I'm afraid of what will come. The only thing I know for sure: I will die... Eventually. And when I die, I will be alone. Yes, I will die alone.
I'm Anna. Anna Rosewood. I'm an orfin and I'm sixteen springs young.
What I want out of life? Nothing. What life expected out of me? Less.
I'm afraid of what will come. The only thing I know for sure: I will die... Eventually. And when I die, I will be alone. Yes, I will die alone.
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| Auteur: Eufrasia | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 juni 2014 | ||
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