Love is a treacherous thing. It worms its way into your heart and mind, slowly taking control of your actions and thoughts. You turn from your normal behavior, and start acting more kind and caring to those around you, but especially to the one you love most. Or who you think you love. Most of the times, it is but an infatuation.
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Unfinished pieces for Mediocre
AcakJust parts of my story Mediocre that I never finished and probably never will so they're here instead.
