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Story By tara
tara
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im an italian writer, who like to read and write like to spend my quality day escaping from ...the world around us..relaxing in nature and have pleasure from to day things. immagine what my soul whants to comunicate.
layla, e una ragazza come tante cresciuta in un villaggio, all'epoca preromana, di origine celtica, povera e maltrattata dai suoi genitori, che la vogliono vendere non tenendo a lei, in cambio di denaro.
presto scoprira' la sua missione che va ben oltre badare ai maiali, o arare il campo.
im kalix, a 19 years old after the death of my father, i have lived by myself, in an appartment, in a rural country near the city of san francisco.
i never know my mother, but my relatives are toxic like hell. tried to kill me for misterious reasons. im here in struggle to find a sense for my existense, and a strange feeling of hime sick...that cant be removed from my being.
im different and people seems to noticed that, im slender fit but delicate...my eyes are like amber and my hair are strawberryblonde..what a mess! my life but after all in my plain boring life, im a mistery...a mistery that sleep inside me.