When I tell people that I'm a man they never believe me. They always say " you are too pretty to be a man". I have pale skin and long hair that fly by itself without a wind.
I'm 18 years old man. I live with my grandmother. And she...
Grandma: Jack, please come downstairs.
Oh, that's is my grandmother she always calls me whenever I'm doing my makeup for youtube channel. Oh god, I hate my life.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up! VOTE for me!
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The story is about a boy whose people always think he is” her”.
It's a BL (boy-love)
My English is not very good so sorry for the misspelling.