The same
When I walk down the streets, into crowds full of people only thinking about themselfs. but you have to understand that when I walk there I'm different. I don't know if I'm the only one who sees it: they make us believe that we're not all the same and everybody wants something else. The thing I try to say here is: we all want the same: be happy, have a passionate romance and have the life we all want. not many people have that life and the more time passes less people will.
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| Auteur: Bear26 | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 december 2015 | ||
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