I've always been a strange person. You could ask anyone i grew up around. Although asking would gain you a weary look and a slow shake of the head before they scurried off in fear of being caught walking to someone who was asking of me. I always thought i was just strange. Misjudged and unknown by the world. Turns out i was right. But strange is just a state of mind right? Who decides what strange means?
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Evermore(boyxboy)
RomansThis is a story about a boy. it's boy on boy so if you have a poblem with that im sorry, just please don't read it and nake rude comments k?
