This is going to be written in the life of claire. The little girl for quil.
Im 17 now, and all my life quil has been my side, i know how , o why he has stayed o why he has stayed the same.
He is por best friend, but it feels wrong for a man who used to change my diapers , to calling the parents of the little girls that picked on me, to now a man i had feelings for, and felt them back.
I am Quilette girl, so i have dark skin, and brown eyes.
I'm not athelete, nor am good with technology, i just know that my art is everything.
I paint my feelings. tu know how some people say, i ate my feelings,...
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