About Queen Siti

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My name is Queen Siti.
I write poems and play archery, dance, and of course write my blog.
I am an INTJ-A. Proud to be rare, I can say.
In music, I love listening to Bring Me The Horizon, Paramore, Motionless In White, Aurora Aksnes, Troye Sivan, PVRIS, Seafret, Foxes, and Bunkface.

That's it for now. I'm a private person so you don't need to know a lot about me.

You can contact me at;

Instagram: queensiti.my
Gmail: bsdpkbsdpk@gmail.com

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BudakCedburry said…
akk mcm mne nk ltk lagu dkt blog??[zara]
19 April 2014 at 17:47
BudakCedburry said…
akk mcm mne nk ltk lagu dkt blog??[zara]
19 April 2014 at 17:47
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