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Atan, the Pretty Boy

born as a fighter, he is Atan, but he have those beautiful sparkling eyes, he is a boy, born as someone that his parents wish to be strong, but he is petite and small, not even tough and manly, his name is Atan, , Dear Atan, He is the heroic Atan, but he is the pretty boy, and at the age he cross the adulteress, he woke his own eyes, and put both of his feet on the ground, to become the new Atan, because he knew he is the pretty boy. but Atan, this world are not as lovingly as you, for people too selfish, they kill you silently, Oh Atan, only you can save yourself, pull all your strong together, and stand firm, until the day you know who you are, changed can be your number one enemy, for to live in happiness, please forget that once, you are the pretty boy.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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