Once apon a time there was a beautiful girl called Rose, Rose had some really big secrets that she didn't tell anyone.. well exept for me. She always told me whatever's on her mind and I knew everything about her. The only problem is that I don't exist. I lived in her imagination.
I'm not real.
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SHORTSTORYS
RandomJust some of my super short storys, most of them are written late at night. Some of them may be in Swedish don't know...
