折翅的飛鶯兒*’`’*-.,_,.☆ It was like sawdust, the unhappiness: it infiltrated everything, everything was a problem, everything made her cry --- school, homework, no boyfriends, the future, the lack of future, the uncertainty of future, fear of future, fear in general --- but it was so hard to say exactly what the problem was in the first place. ICQ:145596829

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