homeA Poem by Adela Muresanmy mother thinks i will become nothing but than again she was wrong before
i will be a w***e before i return to my home this static place i know if i will remain confined iside my family i will reamin sutpid and wierd
i hate being here. © 2010 Adela Muresan |
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2 Reviews Added on April 6, 2010 Last Updated on April 6, 2010 AuthorAdela MuresanAboutHeya, I'm a 18 year old chick for Romania, studying first year economics in college. I dance while I put my clothes back on the drawer. I like late night net-surfing , reading and reading and read.. more..Writing
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